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My Britishness
by Razel DaviesOh Britain,
I love you so.
Your putrid stench,
And dirt filled air.
Oh Britain,
I desire you so.
Your pitiful excuses,
Dreams of nightmares.
Oh Britain,
I care for you so.
You dead rot,
Decomposing garbage.
British I am not,
For Britain is disgusting.
Britain reeks,
Of failure without hope.
Welsh I am,
Proud to say it.
Englands thorn,
Constant reminder.
Wales,
Land of my fathers.
Wales,
Land of my poets.
Yes, Welsh I am,
And never to deny it. 06/16/2007
Author's Note: Test this for "Britishness" Gordon Brown.
Posted on 06/16/2007
Copyright © 2025 Razel Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 06/16/07 at 03:06 PM A wonderful piece to read. The way you paced the poem with "oh Britain" and the uncertainty where this was going. It's good to be proud about one's ancestral home, but hate is never good for man or mankind, although I too write about it, but don't truly believe we should hate a culture or person, maybe not agree with it, but try to understand, unless they are a threat, then all bets are off! Nice piece~ |
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