Poem -

Be Gone, Britain.

We're the last remains
Of the British Empire,
As employment falls
the population gets higher,
The young rape the land
as the old ones tire,
We burn our cities
with lies and fire,
Where's the truth, I hear you cry
It's underneath the wheel
of a streetcar named, Desire.

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Paul Carroll

rob well done i love that really super  , i can understand that as i  am an irish man , good wreting 

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