Grow Pale Until Grail Poem by binti laye

United Kingdom mourn the more
United Kingdom plea for mercy
For your wrongs are many
And the sticks are thorny
You shall be whipped, soon

United Kingdom thy grief commences
For the last phase has just been cut
And the rest shall be churned to pebbles
The wounds you caused
Deep and unhealed

This façade you term peace
Shall fall and smash
Into bits as they march
When the streets are seized

Grow pale and dejected
Until repentance
And restitution
Are sought and served.

After that
Grace and bloom
Shall rise and spread
From Lundenburh to Niamey.