Albion is yours, Lord of War,
This land is a throne for you Lord,
And is the home of a warlike and passionate people.
This is a bloodstained land, shaped by war,
A land of kings, bearing a banner with three lions.
But your beloved land is under assault,
By hostile foreigners who preach hate,
By natives who are riddled with guilt,
By the ones who denigrate their mother,
And bow to foreign powers, who plunder our lands.
O Ares, fierce one!
Help us root out our enemies and crush the traitors.
Overwhelm those who wish to destroy this nation,
Or exploit her for their own gain.
Hearken, Great Lord of Albion, Rallier of Men,
Renew the courage of your people,
And help us return to our former glory.
I consider Ares to be the patron god of England and the English people which is why I chose him for this poem. Many English people, myself included, feel that most of our politicians have no love or loyalty towards England and its people. But I don’t want to turn this into a huge rant about politics, since I think this poem conveys my feelings on the matter quite well.
The image was modified by yours truly, you can find the original image here.