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Ya Know It REALLY IS... !!!
England’s STILL A *****... !!!

Linton’s Words of Scripture...
Were Those of Honest Pictures... !!!

That Showed What It Is...
To... Try To Live...
Inna’ English Lands...
When You Are BLACK... !!!

Well Unlike Him...
I Was Born And Raised...
In A Place That CLAIMS...

To Be The... “ GREAT UK “...

Well Britain Or England...
But Now The Ships Sinking...
Because Heads DIDN'T Listen... !?!

To... Linton’s CLEAR Vision...
Cos’ It’s STILL A *****... !!!

A Country FULL of Tricks...
And Working Practises...
That Makes The Masses SLAVE...
To Earn Themselves A Wage...

So That They Can Get A Break...
From Working For Low Pay...

While MP’s Pave The Way...
For... CORRUPTION of The State... !!!

So These Words Here Are TRUE... !!!
... England’s STILL A *****... !!!

If You’re NOT IN... “ Their Crew “... !!!

Bureaucrats Who Sit and Plan...
How To Tax and Scam...
The... Average Man... !!!!

And Let’s Not Forget...
About... Immigrants... !!!

Like Linton Said In His Poem...
They Use You... ABUSE You...
Spit You Out And Then ***** You... !!!

From Legal Tricks...
To... Political Stings...
That’s Right Like BREXIT... !?!?!

Now Ain’t THAT A *****... !!!

Political NONSENSE...
Causing Folks PROBLEMS... !!!

Because of These Wrongun’s...

NOT Linton But BORIS... !!!
A Chuck With NO Norris... !!!
Whose Talk Can Be HORRID... !!!

So YES It’s A *****... !!!!!

I’ve Just Revamped The Script... !!!
From Windrush' To Brexit'...
We STILL DON'T..... Fit In...

When You THINK And Have Skin...
That’s DARK And Marks Cards...
of The... Whitest Of Hearts... !!!!

And Do As You’re Told...
Like Those Good Slaves of Old... !!!!!

From Being Called Lazy...
We’re Still Seen As Shady...

Because of Things Lately...
Like Street Crime That’s CRAZY... !?!

Well I Guess I’m That Baby...
Whose Now Become Brainy...
Who Sees That The Word...
...... “ STATELY'S “...
Connected To Hades... !!!!

Which Is Where ******* LIVE... !!!!!
So Trust When I Say This...

Linton... Made The Trip...
And Explained The Sitch' Quick...
Through His Truthful Lyrics...

That Inspired This Script...
That’s An OLD... NEW LIK'  ...
That I’ve... Changed Up A Bit... !!!

Which Reflects On The Fact...


... “ Ingland’s Still A ***** ! “...
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Salvador Kent Aug 2021
I was tired and seated next to the window.
Things passed away. Images of Albion.
Ironically I was approaching the Hawthorns
As I sat next to this window, half asleep.

In my right ear a melody played about
Some form of unrequited love.
I was hurting. She’d left recently.
And just like that I was in the jewellery quarter.

Things move so very quickly
Things come and go and never stay
Things are born and die and all we can do
Is watch and watch and watch and watch.

I was tired and sat next to the window
Feeling lost, half asleep and lonely.
In front of me, a woman read a self help book
And I wanted to scream to her


As I thought this,
I glimpsed someone pass through the aisle
A blonde in a beret, and she looked
Terribly sad. Like something had happened.

Suddenly, I was in the hawthorns
And she’d left the carriage.
I’ll never see her again.
things pass
As the door closes on another England Chapter
A sterling effort far from disaster
A first major final in fifty-five years
Jubilant voices replaced by tears
But we've come along way in such a short time
Maguire and Stones a solid back-line
Pickford mature and calm between the sticks
A terrific save in penalty kicks
Shouts of "Shawberto!" From the stands
A chorus of 'Sweet Caroline' "hands touching hands"
Cries of "bring on Grealish!" Phil Foden's bleach blonde hair
Fist pumps from Southgate
The passion was there
Beating the Germans at last
Now that felt sublime
Sterling a constant menace now in his prime
But we came up short and that's what matters
Broken hearts English dreams in tatters
Yet I firmly believe this is just the beginning
So keep your heads up and keep on singing
"It's coming home it's coming home"
Cos it will one day
Even though it rains and the sky is grey
Red and white ribbons on that cup we'll see
And what a perfect sight it will be
Copyright ©️Joshua Reece Wylie 2021
Dave Robertson Jul 2021
I’ve never ‘got’ football,
always felt like a bruise
I wasn’t sure how I’d got
or a changing room joke that involved
small ***** or arcane bullying

Perhaps my tutelage was bad
but the pattern in my head
is gammon woven
with misogyny, bigotry
and misunderstood pride

But these boys,
with unhappiness and graft built in,
with ‘other’ credibility,
broad shoulders, tough chins,
make me think that with my time again
I’d have listened

So to them, I opine:
you’ve earned a win,
and have one
The wind bellows:
Unrelenting, pounding, cold.
A dog barks, sending sharp shivers down my spine.
Lying on my front my nose presses against the mud, It's earthy smell filling my nostrils.
Footsteps quicken; voices rise, the taste of salty sweat on my brow.
They've found me.
Reaching for my revolver I grasp it firmly, assured at last.
A single shot fires, it's echoes piercing the night as the thirsty ground soaks up my blood.
©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.
A poem about a soldier in world war I who was never going to allow himself to be captured and become a prisoner of war.
Safana Mar 2021
It's a destiny on
everyday to
the sunbeams
to hit the soil
and the green
to grow fresh

It's a nature, every
seeded plant to start
growing with
germinated awakening

This, is not by guess
it's just on real incidents
That had so many did
in the dreaming of the
realities yesterday and
the day before yesterday
Sussex will be the monarch  ruler of England one very day
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