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Listen Britannia!

Listen Britannia! All ye who would never be slaves.
Hear the word of the Lord, He who rescues and saves,
_For they who won’t hark will dwell in the dark,
__And will slump under rule of the knaves.

Listen Britannia! Shed all your shackles and chains.
All ye remember the blood of great kings in your veins.
_Let there be light for the dame and the knight
__You must watch for your freedom—it wanes!

Listen Britannia! Put on thy shield, thy armour.
How far can we fall, from the days of Churchill to Starmer.
_Whether Labor or Tory the same is the story,
__Neither think of the workman or farmer.

Listen Britannia! Not all hope is lost to the Isles,
For the charm of the snake and his way full of wiles
_Will soon be dead, Britain’s foes full of dread,
__As man’s gulf with his God reconciles.

Oh England oh Scotland return the wind to sails,
Loose the flame again from the dragon of Wales,
_Let Ireland blaze, as lady justice is raised,
__And a balance returns to her scales.

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Jordan Smith is a poet living in Perth, Australia.


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