And I see the civilisation and benign order where millions of all hues coexist humanely without a gun in plain sight yet instant help if clouds ever gets hot and dark
And I see smiling people a joke never far and things and many places exactly as stated rolling roads with no cracks pay your money and get the service you seek
And I see eateries and cafes clean airy and open warm saloons round the corner a choice of drinks await and there's always a pal at the bar a chin wag and a laugh bon homie and we'll meet again mate
And I see orderly market places and shops piled high foods n wares from all over the globe in morn noon or dusk no bars or security grill a camera watches a polite exchange and you go live and lets live is our way of life
And I see parks and green fields oaks willows cedars pines carpets of shimmering greeneries hedges and poppy fields bluebells and daffodils rabbits n squirrels horses in fields and cows grazing idyllic countryside with cottages and barns
And I see I see this sceptered isle and hear Jerusalem in hearty chorus in prideful history of the people by the people for the people and I do not see a gun I've never been near seen or held a real gun because this is This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
βThis royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,--This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.β