A nation divided
Cut in two
The north and the south
The prosperous and the poor
The invested in and the ignored
Making a mockery of the nations name
How can we call ourselves great
When we are divided, put against each other
Fighting pointless fights
Religion, wealth, race, sex and postcode
And this divide stands, a chasm growing deeper
The north and the south
One nation, one island
In sad separation
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Yes, what a dump. Full of Englishmen. Go to India for a decent curry or China for beautifull dog dumplings.