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This England
This tide of civil despair.
This sacrificed isle.
This meandering foolish way.
This sniffy institute of lies.
This backward way forwards.
This conceited entitlement.
This insanity in living sight.
This free fall into oblivion.
This elitist disdain for the lower ranks.
This self righteous pompous buffoonery.
This murdering establishment .
This unchecked, accepted corruption.
This sad, pathetic reality.
This England.
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A Yorkshire Poet
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