Requiem to Britannia

There's a thrombosis on the motorway.
The country's had a stroke.
Great Britain's had a heart attack.
Its capital is choked.

The land which once had ruled the waves,
the world and half the skies
with age has had a seizure
in its arteries, and dies.

Requiem Britannia,
sic transit Gloria.
Who never learned to manage with
the modern motor car.



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