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The Cry

written by: Steve Pearson



From slumber wakes the nation's pride
Like lions lain by side, by side.

From torpor to vigil, unmoved to rouse,
As one, to battle, a nation vows.

Divests itself of the timid hush
And shove by shove, we push and push.

England, my England, the lions roar
And roar, and roar, and roar, and more

A kiss for the legend and impassioned cry
We're England, and will be, 'til the day we die.

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
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