Speech Poem by Paul Butters

To me a poem is a Statement, even a Speech.
So, Friends, Britons and countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Britain, not to praise it.
The evils that empires do live long after them.
Colonial wrongs seem never put to right.
Achievements hidden away in dusty books
By historians, all honourable men (and women!) .
Yet historians say the Brits were too ambitious
And too self-righteous by half.
For historians are honourable men (and women) .
They say we must accept that we're a tiny island nation
And accept our place in the world.
Yes, historians are honourable men (and women) .
They say we were too ambitious.
But now, the world is threatened by dark forces,
And only the winner takes the spoils (and writes the history!) .
Once more unto the breach us Brits must go,
To fight like tigers
And smite the foe.