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A poem for St
George
Goodbye to my England
So long my
old friend. Your days now are numbered
Being brought to an end.
To be
Scottish or Irish or Welsh
That's just fine,
But don't say you're
English,
That's way out of line.
The French and the Germans
May call themselves such,
As may
Norwegians,
The Swedes and the Dutch.
You can say you are Russian
Or maybe a Dane,
But do not say you're English
Not ever
again.
At Broadcasting House
That word
is taboo.
In Brussels it's scrapped,
In Parliament too.
Even
schools are affected,
They do as they're told.
They must not teach the
young
About England of old.
Writers like Shakespeare,
Dickens
or Shaw.
Do the children not learn
About them any more?
How about
Agincourt,
Hastings or Mons,
When England lost hosts of
Her very
brave sons.
We are not
Europeans,
How can we be.
Europe is miles away
Over the sea.
We
are English from England,
Shout it out loud.
Hands up and be counted
Show that you're proud.
Let's tell our Government
And
Brussels too
We love our country and
The red, white and blue.
Fly
the flag of St George or
The Union Jack.
Let them all know that we
Want England Back!
Les
Garnar |
