Ol’ Blighty (not For Sale)

Now that Armistice has passed
One Hundred Years this time
I wonder what those boys would think
If today, they were alive?

Through all their years of valour
Experiences and pain
To fight for King and Country
I hope it’s not in vein

We’ve lost control of Britain
We hear it every day
The freedom our boys fought to win
Packed up and ran away

Seemingly, the focus now
Is money, oil and power
And not Britannia, as it stood
But now a wilted flower

I won’t give up Ol’ Blighty
For I will stand up proud
And fight the blighters, those who think
That Blighty’s up for sale

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I'm a 47 year old with two sons, Sam (22) and Jim (19). I love poetry, music and fashion and work for a local company as a Finance Manager.My brother and I are both on the road to sobriety, after some very ugly and interesting experiences..my recent post 'The Sad Old Drunk Without a Head' is pretty much based on how we recall our boozy experiences!My brother (Lee) and I are currently embarking on a journey - 'The Picture Poet Society', which aims to capture our thoughts and feelings in pictures and poetry..we then hope to co-write a book on our 'Road to Sobriety'..which we believe will be inspiring to others that wish for a life without drink..so watch this space.I hope you enjoy my work and am always pleased to hear feedback..good or bad..mistakes will be made along the way..it's the only way we can strive to improve.Thanks! Shaun
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