It’s history now, remote and legendary
As Agincourt. The field of Mars was then
The embattled sky whereon the gallant few
Wrote their fame in vapour trails of glory
‘This is our finest hour’ so Churchill said,
That bulldog icon, waving his cigar.
But now it seems that victory was in vain
The sacrifice, the blood and sweat and tears,
For Adolph must be laughing in his grave
To see how his New Order is imposed
Posthumously, and England fallen prey
To foreign powers and foreign capital
Even her monarch now must abdicate
To citizens of Europe’s superstate.
Jim Morgan (91)
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