He had his faults as we all know
And no one can deny
But of all the men throughout the world
His fame will never die
As millions faltered and gave in
And the Master Race stood proud
In World War Two, but for 'the few'
Our nation would have bowed
And who had dared to raise his head
And speak defiantly?
'No one will take this Sceptred Isle
We British shall be free'
We stood alone, barring Hitler's throne
No friend to help our kin
No mighty Herculean Prince, no Super Human Ace
Just a plump old man with a big cigar protruding from his face
Yet what a fighter he would be!
Defying Adolph's manic skill
He led us through the darkest days
Our Premier...Winston Churchill!
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David Page aka Harry Riley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem