This is my island full of hope and life. This is the land where I grew up and took a wife.
This is my England of Green and pleasant fields and land where crops grow for food yield. An England where people love and care and heroes dare.
This is my country of which I am proud, my country with a diverse crowd. This is the place I call home, not far from it do I roam.
Yet this is an island of hate and venom, where people want to hurt and maim. This is where we fight and argue this where we forget about me and you.
This is the island on which I live a place where we love and give. This is the place where I shall die and for the rest of my days my body will lie.
Rhythm of the Ink 