Britannia

Winter's morning, cold and dark,
temperature gauge on the minus mark.
English weather, harsh and foul,
blistered hands from the use of a trowel.
Jobless louts sit by the fire,
leeching benefits and all they desire.
We buy their food and pay their rent.
We fix their teeth, our money spent.
They smash our shops, loot and run.
A century old business, this was your son.
England's honor, a joke to the world.
Rising taxes constantly unfurled,
insurance quotes, the price of oil,
government hands in for the spoil.

Immigrants arrive, demanding shelter.
English laws are helter-skelter.
Muslim people fill our schools
trying to bend the English rules.

We once ruled the world,
the kings of the sea.
A heritage lost,
where does this leave me?