Not a kindly word,
or phrase of celebration.
Choking on the lies,
abandoning the nation.
Flags unfurled wave free,
shackled by false hate and fear.
Burying our souls,
in prescription drugs and beer.
Saint George has been slain
and no-one stopped to blink.
A nation with no pride,
as if recruited not to think.
Not a single word,
was heard in protestation.
Can you hear the sound?
The dying of a nation.
First Published in the Mudhutter Football Express Issue 28, April 2010
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