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A Union in Conceit

Our land no longer felt like home;
we watched it change under their rule.
Friends disowned friends; blood turned to blame;
democracy: a tool to fool.

Hatred crept along every street,
mired in European desires.
British leaders chased their tails
while Anglophobes stoked their tired fires.

“Experts” on every street corner,
parroting mass media’s deceit.
Sweet and naïve dreams of empire;
a Union drowning in conceit.

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