Ladram Bay

Who needs foreign when the sun shines on the UK. Ladram Bay on a hot August day with calm sea says it all

RETRIBUTION

RETRIBUTION

 A POEM BY HARRY HUNT DEDICATED TO OUR FALLEN. MAY THEY NOW REST IN PEACE.

© Harry Hunt 2016

For four decades

‘This sceptered Isle,

This precious stone

Set in a silver sea’

(To quote The Bard.)

Became a waning star.

Subverted bit by bit in a stealthy way

By those who could not see,

 Or comprehend

That which made us who we are,

Our history.

An island nation, waiting for our day,

Of glory in the sun which never set

On empire benevolent in the main,

Evolved across two thousand years

From pre Romano

To the here and now.

Our heritage, our national pride,

Our fishing grounds,

Our laws  

Our freedom, our democracy,

Our national identity

And a thousand other things for which

Our myriad fallen comrades died.

In war or peace they fell unknown,

Lives unlived, cut short, alone.

Betrayal screamed from Victory’s decks

My inner fury

Raged unchecked

Until today, the day of reckoning arrived

I put my cross into the box

My sword into the side

Of what we call ESTABLISHMENT

Oh how with joy I cried.

 When counting ended

And twas plain

The EU beast was slain

And we the people could reclaim

That most precious restoration of them all.

 FREEDOM as I recall!