Those who know me will be aware that what follows does not necessarily reflect my own views. I might even go so far as to state that I am speaking in the voice of a convinced Brexiter in this attempt at a post-Brexit National anthem written in the workshop I ran a couple of Thursdays ago for Macclesfield Creative Writing Group. I’d be interested to hear what reaction, if any, it elicits.
A Hymn to Home
From North Sea to Atlantic vast,
from Dover’s cliffs and Beachy Head
to Scotland’s northern shores, from mast
we fly our flag, blue, white and red.
One people and one nation proud,
our borders now reclaimed and whole,
together we are all endowed,
O little island, great of soul.
Weather fronts and jet stream’s wiles
have formed our temperament benign.
We shrug off daily tests and trials,
believe that all will turn out fine.
Our politicians selfless are
and our police are pure at heart.
Our health system’s the best by far
compared to those in foreign parts.
We’ve made the world a better place
because of Britain’s glorious past.
We’ve given English as a base.
and to tradition we hold fast.
We love our Queen. Long may she reign.
We’ve Lords and Crufts and Wimbledon.
On foreigners we pour disdain.
It’s they we Brits look down upon.
So hush, Remainers, hold your peace.
We’ve led you out, like knights of old,
from Brussel’s grasp. Be not like Greece
impov’rished, but enriched and bold.
The Future’s bright outside EU.
We will succeed against the odds.
We’ll thrive. A golden era’s due.
The choice is ours. The will is God’s.