GREAT BRITAIN

A LAND FIT FOR TUMBLEWEEDS

 

Poor old Britannia is on the ropes
Our once great Nation has little hope
Veterans sleep on our streets
Forgotten by some their brave  Heroic feats
They  build aircraft carriers
Scrap our Harriers
Are they insane
What about the planes ?
 Slashing tanks, artillery and boats
Why on earth should we give them our votes?
Bankers get richer
Its not a pretty picture
Gone now is the Empire
The future is dire
They don’t want the Gurkhas
But welcome foreign shirkers
A land fit for Heroes
Job prospects , FAT ZERO!
 
©  Tony McNally