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... From BRONSONS' To JOHNSONS'... !!! 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... !!!! UNLESS You Will FOLD... 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... That..... ... “ Ingland’s Still A ***** ! “...
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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 ITS NOT REAL, ITS NOT REAL. THE ONLY THING THAT THING HAS OR WILL GIVE YOU IS A DEBT OF SEVEN NINTY NINE. 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.
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
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.
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