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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521248" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Broken England</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Brave ancestor of England, <br>Look away, for I offend thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For your England is no more<br>Decay eats away at this fallen empire.<br>Your people divided<br>Its laws weakened by Europe’s power<br>Its leadership, protecting the few<br>The fresh air of your Country gone<br>Only the stench of anarchy remains<br>Heroes of The Somme look away for I offend thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stock Market Parasites, take without producing<br>Corporations overwhelm, the weak, <br>Without paying their due, <br>Their off shore havens digest the life blood of this once great nation, <br>Leaving the scraps of minimum wage for the masses to beg<br>The dead of Pashendale look away for I offend thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Government legislate to keep us in bondage till 66<br>Over the hill at 50, to wander the dole queue<br>Youth denied education, <br>Universities at a price<br>Qualifications for the chosen few<br>Unemployment, for the poor, <br>Our brothers of Gallipoli look away for I offend thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Cities are in pain<br>Hopeless lives, with hopeless dreams<br>Hopeless choices, drugs, crime, <br>Or silence behind closed doors.<br>Babies born to fail<br>Children, exposed to depression and chips<br>The ghosts of Arnhem look away for I offend thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A voice in the darkness, shouts its rage<br>The iron curtain of youth descends on England<br>This is no Lennon revolution, <br>This is youth with no future, abandoned by government<br>No rules here to obey, No Civic pride, <br>No sense of History, no Country to protect<br>The Saviors of Goose green look away for I offend thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But fat cats beware, for there is a dream<br>That cannot be bought, <br>A warning from history<br>A country cannot go forward<br>Without learning from the past, <br>Your greed will self-destruct<br>Your Paradise a lie<br>For a Dangerous wind now blows<br>And common sense, will fail<br>For England is Broken, <br>And life will never be the same<br>In England’s green and pleasant land<br>You see I too look away, for this all offends me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Cooke">Steven Cooke</a><div class=q>
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Look away, for I offend thee

For your England is no more
Decay eats away at this fallen empire.
Your people divided
Its laws weakened by Europe’s power
Its leadership, protecting the few
The fresh air of your Coun..."></div>
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