From a very early age I had imbibed the opinion that it was every man's duty to do all that lay in his power to leave his country as good as he had found it.. William Cobbett

My native land – England – has gone from me
Shrouded in a so-called unity, called ‘diversity’
a shibboleth, as fake as those who preach it.
Our ravished land is no longer a king’s demesne,
But is now a poor, peculiar, vapid place.
Out of time and out of place: our race is run.
These fields and fallows trimmed, so fair, by feet
That went to war are now laid waste. This is
no longer common land. Owned, now, by despot,
or Russian oligarch. Veiled invaders now possess
These armorial lands, turf out the Saxon, Celt.
To what a hapless pass has globalism brought
Our native folk. Put all your affairs in order,
Honour the sacrifices of our common past,
Put on a ready smile, and blast those politicians
Who have sold our nation so-disastrously short.