We, the British have a long history,
That Lucifer and Christ has woven in mystery,
Fell inside a burning kingdom seeking alms,
From fire to wire, Rome subjected with arms,
Cities were burnt and Roman kings laughed,
Playing the lyre Nero had scoffed,
Walls were burnt for bread,
Fences with wires had been made.
In seven days an empire was set,
Trooping over the rest of Europe,
Destinies of thousands had met.
A thousand years since had passed,
Roman tyrants with nasty ambitions,
Had begun to exchange submissions,
From the harbours of Europe ships had sailed,
Dead bodies inside coffins were nailed,
Voyages and discoveries were set in stone,
Each discovered an island they called their own.
They fought on sea and battled in land,
Until marriages partnered with the exchange of hand.
Hands had now joined and empires united,
Sailing through the dark had Britannia conjoined,
Gathering fortunes to new islands were coined,
Like names had found its own sailors,
Or so the names were offered to tailors,
Growing cotton, wheat, rice and jute,
They kept discovering new sea routes.
Alliances were sealed with Red Indians,
Machines had now substituted hands,
Hand in hand, with arm to arm they fought,
A New Age revolution had eroded the distraught.
The might of Europe further spread,
Rome no longer trampled in glory and stead,
Royalty was centred around universities,
Good light had started to illuminate cities.
In four hundred years all that was built,
Was consumed by a disaster,
A big kingdom of France and India,
Infiltrated by murderous Ghazis,
Set afire by Lucifer until morn sees the dusk,
Villages now suffered as villagers mooted cities,
New India built by the British passed onto hands,
With arms and magic wands,
Devoted to the anti-christ, priests again united,
To run parliament with their Vedic verses,
Mantralaya to mantra, tantra laya breeding,
Like germs, the slaves bred in Afro-Asia.
All Europeans fled their homes,
Workmanship slowly sank their ships,
Remaining buried in their graves,
Had a few reparations to make,
Their might was gone chivalry undone,
Europe and America never returned,
Homes were lost and harbours submerged,
With dirt and plague, Afro-Asians merged,
A new world with a map anew, London talking,
To the spokes in the Ashok Chakra,
As hordes of local villagers thronged the parliament,
Journalists declared 24/7 wherever they went.
British India now disappeared,
Thousands died of starvation in Europe,
Seeds to a fair world were sown,
Never to return yet call their own,
India celebrates its independence and republicanism,
With pomp and show as though each word,
Shall ask for Revelation.
Seeking truth in hallowed chambers of law,
Jesus died on a mercy cross,
Through Rome's devastating domes,
The world when broken by religion and culture,
Is now a holy cross waiting to wonder.
That Lucifer and Christ has woven in mystery,
Fell inside a burning kingdom seeking alms,
From fire to wire, Rome subjected with arms,
Cities were burnt and Roman kings laughed,
Playing the lyre Nero had scoffed,
Walls were burnt for bread,
Fences with wires had been made.
In seven days an empire was set,
Trooping over the rest of Europe,
Destinies of thousands had met.
A thousand years since had passed,
Roman tyrants with nasty ambitions,
Had begun to exchange submissions,
From the harbours of Europe ships had sailed,
Dead bodies inside coffins were nailed,
Voyages and discoveries were set in stone,
Each discovered an island they called their own.
They fought on sea and battled in land,
Until marriages partnered with the exchange of hand.
Hands had now joined and empires united,
Sailing through the dark had Britannia conjoined,
Gathering fortunes to new islands were coined,
Like names had found its own sailors,
Or so the names were offered to tailors,
Growing cotton, wheat, rice and jute,
They kept discovering new sea routes.
Alliances were sealed with Red Indians,
Machines had now substituted hands,
Hand in hand, with arm to arm they fought,
A New Age revolution had eroded the distraught.
The might of Europe further spread,
Rome no longer trampled in glory and stead,
Royalty was centred around universities,
Good light had started to illuminate cities.
In four hundred years all that was built,
Was consumed by a disaster,
A big kingdom of France and India,
Infiltrated by murderous Ghazis,
Set afire by Lucifer until morn sees the dusk,
Villages now suffered as villagers mooted cities,
New India built by the British passed onto hands,
With arms and magic wands,
Devoted to the anti-christ, priests again united,
To run parliament with their Vedic verses,
Mantralaya to mantra, tantra laya breeding,
Like germs, the slaves bred in Afro-Asia.
All Europeans fled their homes,
Workmanship slowly sank their ships,
Remaining buried in their graves,
Had a few reparations to make,
Their might was gone chivalry undone,
Europe and America never returned,
Homes were lost and harbours submerged,
With dirt and plague, Afro-Asians merged,
A new world with a map anew, London talking,
To the spokes in the Ashok Chakra,
As hordes of local villagers thronged the parliament,
Journalists declared 24/7 wherever they went.
British India now disappeared,
Thousands died of starvation in Europe,
Seeds to a fair world were sown,
Never to return yet call their own,
India celebrates its independence and republicanism,
With pomp and show as though each word,
Shall ask for Revelation.
Seeking truth in hallowed chambers of law,
Jesus died on a mercy cross,
Through Rome's devastating domes,
The world when broken by religion and culture,
Is now a holy cross waiting to wonder.
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