Tunes of Glory
It’s easy to accept the culture
of the Victorian myth makers
Engage romanticism in overdrive
A Miss Marple landscape rests easy
in Shakespeare’s sceptered Isle
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Reality is submersed in a soup of make believe
The truth struggling to emerge from
a cauldron of comforting nostalgia
Stand in orderly lines and wait your turn
To admire the ages of our stolen wealth
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Marvel at the Gothic country estates
Eat your sandwiches on sculptured lawns
Purchased by the favours of a monarchs harlot
Hail to the kings of the cotton towns
Who grew rich on children’s labour
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Never seek to lift the veil
Remember Liverpool as the home of the Beatles
Not for the slave ships at anchor in the docks
Patriotism is flavoured with illusion
So be content; raise your voices and sing.
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