Albion

England’s pastures dull and grey,

Mountains thwart the light of day.

Legend fades, a slow decay,

Darkness chokes, a deep dismay.

Legal eyes pervade each ray,

Penal threats destroy each day.

Bygone acts to still obey,

Fixed traditions never stray.

Churches built on every bay,

Funded by the peasants pay.

Ancient lords to whom we pray,

Untold sins we must repay.

Open minds now led astray,

Future hopes now rest to lay.

Outsiders consumed as prey,

Revoked rights and equal say.

On your conscience may it weigh,

The massacre of modern day.