‘FROM DISTANT LANDS’

From distant lands they come to us this England home to all
Romans, Saxons, Angles, Danes, Normans and Bengal’s.
Ancient clans of Britons stood and fought the early foe,
Bodecea and her band of men delivered vengant woe.
They fought and died their bones left bleached upon the bloodied ground
then, covered in their favourite garb buried in an earthen mound.
But Britons were not to be slaved and foreigners soon found,
that Great Britannia temperament
which built a land of monuments
to all its fallen combatants
of which we are so proud.

A land for all no matter what their mortal feelings are.
Time will tell its history
of all mankind and despotry
the beginnings of equality
do we all want peace not war?

We started out as Picts and Scots
the Romans came and taught us lots
we fought the French and never lost
built an Empire at great cost
this spread the greed
to expand our breed
in new blood far and wide.

The Empire grew til the last post,
heralding a dawning age of aeroplanes, tanks and bombs
visions of a world of peace did not last long
again the toast to comrades lost, another song.

And now we cannot stop we fight the argument of left and right
In government we shout out loud
To quell the burning deep inside
That yearns for peace around the world
Its all were left with til the next
Discriminate night,
which might
be insight,
Its in your head its on your frown its on the conscience of every town.