Burn the Union Jack: A poem 

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Slay the dragons 

Cast their heads in wagons 

The sky is flaming red 

From the blood of the dead 

Their bullets thundered 

While our own swords shivered 

The loot that was stolen 

Have only them emboldened 

They want homage to the crown 

From the colour brown 

They will never apologise 

In allegiance to the lies 

We have fought their wars 

And only furthered their cause 

Think they slaves have no rage 

Confound that old adage 

Burn the Union Jack 

Till the loot is given back 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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