Black crows swooping low on me
A cautionary caw
The rattle cackle magpie
Dark things that flit the shade
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Britain sighs
Riven shrill with hate,
Determined to misrepresent
Manipulated, bent
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Rule Britannia on a gaudy stage
Pensioners do the shuffle
Fishwife faces, bulldog leashes
“BBC betrayal”
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Never poke a snake they say
Let tired dogs have their rest
Ask a stupid question
If you want a daft reply
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‘Allo, bonsoir the Far Right French
Are here to cheer along
Well meaning but misguided Brits
Hijacked by those plain wrong
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Oh save us, save our country Lord
In this our hour of dumb
Bandage up and cool us down
I fear for what’s to come
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