#poem #poetry #amwriting #england England


Then tell me, then tell me, what is it is to be English
but tell me before the cigarette is gone
and the wine runs dry.
For I cannot deny all you will accuse
and I will not try, why should I
when my soul is laughing at your wild stabs.
For we dared kill a king, and will again
should we must
for those sins you lay upon us, in hope of guilt.
I feel no guilt for the accident of my birth
and defend the petty laughter
now held as crimes against us.