My England

Frosty Johnson on Nov 5, 2009

Tags: chips, england, european super state, london.birmingham. leeds, Manchester, politicians, pubs, traitors

Now that the politicians have sold us out to become part of a European Superstate, a poem on what England means to me.

England is Shakespeare, Dickens, Byron and Keats

Country lanes and green fields and old cobbled streets

The Beatles, The kinks, Led Zep and The Stones

Pie, Chips and Gravy and Clotted Cream Scones

Pay day on Friday, Going to the pub

Football on Saturday , on Sunday roast grub

Grand National, The Derby, The Boat Race, FA Cup

Traditional old inns with real ale to sup

It is Birmingham, Manchester, London and Leeds

It is Scousers and Geordies and knobbly knees

A day at the zoo or a boat ride in the park

A cold bonfire night with lights in the dark

A church lit for Christmas , an Easter Bonnet parade

A washed out summer, homemade lemonade

My Grandfather fought Hitler a free land was the aim

A land fit for heroes is what he would gain

Never would our country be ruled from abroad

We would fight them on the beaches and die with the sword

Now our sovereignty is taken, Magna Carta is no more

Habeus Corpus it lies on the floor

Traitors from the left of us traitors from the right

Have come and taken our freedoms like thieves in the night

Its said England’s finished European it will become, its people wont protest they are too fucking dumb

But i hear a rumble like a thunder will come, Albion is dying its the sound of Drakes drum.

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Jackie118 on Nov 6, 2009
Well said Frosty! I have a feeling all this selling out is going to backfire big time. I suspect we’re a couple of the ’silent majority’ but there comes a time when you get to your limit and need to explode. I think I’m at the stage where someone’s lit the match but it hasn’t quite reached my blue touch paper yet.

My dad was there on the beaches at Dunkirk and my partner spent his time serving in the RAF during the Falklands War so bring it on … I’m ready for war!!!!:-)
Katien on Nov 6, 2009
Good poem. I would feel the same way if I thought that the England you described still existed – green fields, cobbled streets, and the way of life – but it is only like that in tiny pockets of the country now!
Frosty Johnson on Nov 6, 2009
You are right Jackie there is a hell of a lot of people like us that feel that we are being sold out.
Lostash on Nov 7, 2009
I have to agree! This country is losing its own identity. Political correctness drives me mad, and I’m sick and tired of being instructed by Europe. Many people now feel the same, I don’t think its a minority either.
lillyrose on Nov 7, 2009
Oh Dan the big man… show your face!

Frosty that poem made me cry, not only is it perfectly written it also tells so much of the England we love and that we are going to loose.
Bring back the miners, bring back our industries, just bring England back.
The poem reminded me so much of the film Saturday night , Sunday morning a 1960’s film I know you will know, my Dad was init a very small part (lol) he was part of the crowd of men coming out of the Raleigh factory at home time!
LoveLickingBum on Nov 7, 2009
Dan you cheeky strip of piss, you obviously do not like the truth.

I think this poem is bloody good, well done Frosty.

BNP to fix it!
Ruby Hawk on Nov 7, 2009
I like your poem.

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