Rule Britannia

Rule Britannia, she’s forgotten about ours slaves,

Cockroaches in their rubber cans now take to the waves.

No longer call them people, no stories do they tell,

They come to steal our social, Express story to Hell.

Can they not see the signs, Britain is officially closed

We had a referendum, democracy here it chose.

No obligation here must rest as the Levantine was redrawn.

Across the pond in America that idea was born..

It’s not our lack of empathy or sympathy you see,

But in the land of Kipling, rules be rules boys, otherwise anarchy.

Just take a look around you, MAGA walls rise with pride.

After all, we paid the Frenchies to keep you on their side.

So don’t climb into the Gemini, that zodiac sign’s just smoke,

For the Prince of Wales and Good Queen Bess cost six billion, so we’re broke.

Back to fighting them on the beaches, Dad's army are our lot.

As petrol pumps prices rise sky high and the food in the field just rots.

We’ve all been sold a kipper, 

Britannia the building left, long gone

So rise up, rise up and sing, blessed children of Albion.

Kwarteng, Sunack, and Patel your clear vision is what we need,

For this land was not forged as you can vouch,

for Johnny Foreigner to succeed.

Show us not photoshop pictures, 

bodies in the water, dead children in uniformed arms,

For the BBC our sacred amulet, will ward off any fake news charms.

So let’s us all remember, on these green pastures traditional values are back,

As Summer made glorious by the Son of York, after all we’re alright Jack