An Englishman tries not to make a fuss,
though wars and deprivation take their toll
on the certainties that keep his people whole,
that make this island nation glorious.
An Englishman is never furious:
he rambles through the country of his soul ‒
a realm that's damned by drugs and rock 'n' roll,
where tube strikes mean he has to take the bus,
where single mothers struggle to survive,
and sneering, twisted traitors poison love.
Yet hope remains, and reason may still thrive ‒
a citizen who's none of the above,
but English, British, European all ‒
he brings sweet moderation to the ball.
RJT
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