The Cry

Steve Pearson Poetry

From slumber wakes the nation’s pride
Like lions lain by side, by side.

From torpor to vigil, unmoved to rouse,
As one, to battle, a nation vows.

Divests itself of the timid hush
And shove by shove, we push and push.

England, my England, the lions roar
And roar, and roar, and roar, and more

A kiss for the legend and impassioned cry
We’re England, and will be, till the day we die.

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