What song.
When the sons and daughters of albion are all long gone,
and the children of the empire sit upon Englands throne.
What song will they sing,
to welcome their queen.?
And what prayers shall they say,
in their houses where they prey.?
And what clothes will they where,
when they want to be seen there?
Why did we forget the people we used to be,
why did we give up our history – so easily.
Why cant we shape a future – fit for our ethnic kin,
why cant we build a land – which we can live in.
I wrote this with the opening ceremony in mind – a country with no past, has no future.
