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Free to speak

Little Country

From young I was told it don't matter what colour you are white black pink with spots we all bleed red, yet why we can't have freedom of speech, when those in parliament were still baby in arms or family members were young when a time when our little country called  England fought wars, against bigger countries an kept them at bay,  Winston Churchill was what I would say parliament actually cared about our country that became almighty which our flag flew high , respected all over the world, to what a joke we have become pushing our own to points of crisis..an despair .Bring back the unitiy of what England use to be free to speak free to live an fly our flags high  ...an look after our own ...Stand up for those who fought for us to live here hold our heads high an remember how Great an Almighty..a little country England. 

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