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Cry
Its them against us, our country we defend
They are a threat to us they are not our friend
Feel the throng of the champions cry
We are fighting but not really sure why
Yes to the throne and to England and lands
Shooting and looting just by using our hands
Death to all who threaten and to those
Who have the cheek to argue and oppose
Will go into battle bearing sword and my steed
Oh its not about oil and its not about greed
Its because we are the defenders of equality and free speak
We need to prove we aren’t targets or weak.
By whatever means we will fight and attack
And once we strike there is no going back
We’ve a ferocious angry army we will have the last hooorah
As long as we always have enough petrol for the car
I’m not so keen on political poems.
Some political poems are good, but usually they do nothing for me.
That’s me, not the poem.
I liked your other two.
You got me to write a poem, though, Sarah, mediocre but a poem, so thanks for that x
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Don’t under stand the hoorah far the car…….without petrol it won’t get far……i don’t mean to make a fuss…but what ever happened to the bus? LOL
Lol Mister q.
Yes its not very like me to write anything ‘political’.
I was given the title cry and that’s what it made me think of.
Who was more efficient..the ferret or the weasel? The ferret uses petrol while the weasel uses diesel……LOL
You get worse you do lol
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