The Rage In Albion Poem by Cecelia GrantPeters

The homeless man under the bridge had eyes that bled
And woke each night from his humble bed
He had no poetry or rhyme,
No joy, no consequence or crime.
He wanted only food and bed,
And spoke of Albion with fear and dread.

He held a placard with words that read: -
"ENGLAND IS A PLACE OF WOE AND DREAD,
A COUNTRY OF NO LAW OR GRACE
ENGLAND IS A DREADFUL PLACE."

The Poet asked his name, and the homeless man said: -
"I am the Rage in Albion, I have no name
For I am England's burden, and I am England's shame,
Mark my visage
Mark my frown
I am the Rage in Albion
I rise when the sun goes down
And when the single mother weeps on the other side of town
There will be Rage in Albion when the sun goes down".

The Homeless man under the bridge held a placard that read: -
"ENGLAND IS A PLACE OF WOE AND DREAD,
A COUNTRY OF NO LAW OR GRACE
ENGLAND IS A DREADFUL PLACE."

Again, the Poet asked his name, and the homeless man said: -
"I am the Rage in Albion, Poet do not weep
I lay wake at night whilst Albion is asleep,
My eyes once blue are now blood red,
I am the Rage in Albion, the living who are dead
And when the Poet weeps with sadness on the other side of Town
There will be Rage in Albion when the sun goes down".

The Homeless man under the bridge held a placard that read: -
"ENGLAND IS A PLACE OF WOE AND DREAD,
A COUNTRY OF NO LAW OR GRACE
ENGLAND IS A DREADFUL PLACE."
 

He looked me in the eye and said;
"Poet, do not weep,
I only rise when Albion is asleep
My burdens they are many but my heart is strong
And I roam in the night for the days are too long
Mark my visage
Mark my frown
I am the Rage in Albion
I rise when the sun goes down."
And when a little child goes hungry on the other side of town
There will be Rage in Albion when the sun goes down."

The Homeless man under the bridge held a placard that read: -
"ENGLAND IS A PLACE OF WOE AND DREAD,
A COUNTRY OF NO LAW OR GRACE
ENGLAND IS A DREADFUL PLACE".