Staying in the UK has left me inspired to write a poem. I do now its late and I haven't had much sleep but I feel I must write this.

God save the Queen

7 moons have come and left,
Thus I feel I must digress.
Seventh heaven this country’s not,
Melting pot of culture? Now that’s a thought

The king’s and queen’s have long since past,
Now the country’s in the devil’s grasp.
The empire which we once knew well,
Has been swept into the depths of hell.

People wander in the streets,
They’ll be happy to make ends meat.
It is a system so corrupt,
It leaves most people in the dark.

How can this be you curiously ask?
Because it’s a myth and nothing else.
They polluted our minds with tales of splendor,
But they were just illusions of grandeur.

A nation with obligations,
With people in need,
It’s like a mother,
With too many mouths to feed.

This cannot last as history has shown,
Slowly but surely this country will groan.
Unless intervention is swiftly met,
The United Kingdom will be at its End.