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Rule Britannia
Britain.
Find an island teetered
On frightened migrants, barrels of oil,
And African diamonds.
Find a child swathed in red water,
defiled by the law of the man up top,
pockets heavy, conscience ready
to burn and claw at power
To grovel, devour
To fester in Westminster
the cries of innocents
talked around, spat on
With self-serving ambivalence
A game of bla...
Wednesday 11th January 2023 6:22 pm
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