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Poetry from within

Empire State of Mine

I speak now of a brother,

Of which I have not got.

Neither us are English, Welsh, Irishman or Scot.

For both of us are British, but parents, we share not.

In battle we must fight now,

And as well when we get home,

For cruel are all opinions,

When created on their own.

I have not my own opinion,

With my Empire, I do share,

All my thoughts and feelings,

As we all understand and care.

You see, we all are individuals,

With, a common goal in mind,

There’s a reason we’re not one culture,

It’s called…

An Empire State of Mine


Ross de Freitas