Upon tenacious waters.
Pregabs carry us .
As we float, goat, and gloat.
But no greed.
Shall tear us apart.
Hover over utopia.
England.
Tears flood the river medway.
England.
Once great Britain.
Now contained.
Europeans, all kinds of race and religions.
No more England.
She is fading.
Over crowded.
Soon enough we squeeze.
But not with ease.
Pushed, shoved.
To the bottom of the white.
Englishman.
And English women.
Utopia, now a parallel platform.
I seek solitude.
Peace of mind.
Utopia is a safe, .
Full of pedigree.
English, Irish, Scottish, welsh.
Men and women.
That appreciate.
This beautiful island.
That is and always will be.
England...)
