Its seem I've arrived
A little late
To this great country
The symbol of their civil liberties
Waging war
Not just with themselves
But, the with the rest
Of the three worlds
Desperately trying to co-exist
In a world
No alien belongs
Making the most
Of their amenities
Partaking daily bread
As penance
For their hereditary sins
Who were cast out of paradise
Which lead to them giving birth
To this inferior race
With no control over their
Kill or be killed uncivilised nature
For a country
No alien calls home
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