The Lion Vote

by: Jake Arminius | Published: June 25, 2016

I wrote this after the Brexit vote - Jake Arminius

Upon their glass thrones
High in the sky
Their ivory towers loom
Bankers and traitor
Puppets and whores
Sitting in the court
Of the synagouge

Oh, they thought
The bleeting of sheep
Annoying and distracing
Draw our curtains close
Shut our windows
Then no more noise
From lowly plebians
So they thought

Counting their shekels
From stolen land and blood
From stolen sweat and tears
Cloistered and deaf
They did not hear
The rumbling before the roar
Of the Lion awoken from slumber

From the forest edge
Britannia banged her shield
Patriots heard the sound
With a fury they arose
Doing their duty to Nation

Hey, the synagouge thought
Let them have their vote
Inoculated and washed
With our filth
Burdened with our yoke
They will never leave

Our dream of Europe
Broken and bleeding
Stomped by our boot
We have sold well
Fear and weakness
Degradation and division
These sheep will need
Our crooked staff forever

A grand tapestry
Of lies and deceit
Weaved on our loom
Weaved with your
Own damned hands

On and on they went
Smug and insulting
Jovial and sneering
Children of Brittania though
Knew the soil was theirs
Not a foreigners
Nor a kikes
Some fought back
Some layed still

Brittania lent her strength
Now far across the waters
The ripples travel
A vote to quieten
To appease and fade
Into obscurity
Was instead a
Roar deep from roots
Unseen, unexpected

For those with vision
Those with hearing
Speak the truth you know
A historical moment
Is held in our hands
Nurture the child
So it grows strong
Under a dawn
As sunsets are not for us

This is a moment
When Britain looked down at her shackles
Without a flinch or a wink
She said no
Europe is not a foreigner’s
Dream

Tags: Poetry, Brexit, BattleCry, Nationalism

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