Our plight of life
Black or white
In what was my country,
A bounty,
Now with gun or knife.
The faces I see
Or faeces to be
Of black or white
To have a thought
Of what is right
How my England
Now is riot
'Tween the rot
'That' is to be
In what was
My country...
George BernardBloodyShaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-england-gone/
