The Poem of the Eternal Anglo

I had written this yesterday and have been posting it in various places.


The ANGLO plague ventured forth from rainy isles
His poxed blankets slew henceforth the red man through guile
But this alone left him not content
Next it would be the Indian turn to face torment
His beady eyes swiveled east
The Indians starved while he would feast
Even as his victims wailed their lament
Their continent in two he bloodily rent
China next was his sorry prey
With opium their race he would decay
Against ANGLO drugs the Chinese slammed the door
The ANGLO made his response, and went to war!

Australia twas a peaceful land
And that the ANGLO could not stand
And so with his guns and with the plague
He filled it with his criminal dregs
But soon he overstepped his reign of terror
For against the Boers he made a nigh-fatal error
The ANGLO though thought it was just fine and dandy
For diverting attention, the Belgian Congo sure was handy

The ANGLO figured that he had won
And so he repeated it, and started World War One
But for destroying Europe he wasn’t quite yet through 
For the ANGLO brought another one: World War Two!
If you foolishly thought the ANGLO would spare us
You are mistaken, for this time they had Bomber Harris
He got his revenge for the Somme
When in Dresden he launched his firebomb

Under the Anglo curse the world lay weeping
And for centuries its savior lay still and sleeping
Until the Maid of Orleans plunged aloft her silver sword
And yelled BEGONE, you ANGLO horde
Against her faith the tide did part
And from France the ANGLO would depart
Let use take from Jeanne our stalwart heart
And join together against the ANGLO’s dark art

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