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An English Rose.

 
So this is what you have become, little England,
callous indifferent,
the cause of suffering,
lights go out in churches.
 
An angel hangs herself in prison,
taunted by her fellow inmates,
ignored by the screws,
in some other life,
a saviour of worlds.
 
The nasty party say all is well,
they don't see the lines of homeless,
begging in the city centre,
our prisons are full,
rats run around the landings.
 
The rich insulate themselves
and pile up the gold of the poor.
 
A man tends his allotment
and bides his time,
there is a storm coming,
it will spare no one.

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