‘The Rage in Albion’

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”.