Oh Britain, what a sad pathetic mess!
To go from what you were to what you are —
The greatest empire ever seen, no less,
Now but this isle. What once had stretched so far
And wide, the sun, that everlasting star,
Upon your broad dominions never set.
Now your empire is gone; yet remnants mar
Your green unhappy land. A fool would bet
Upon your resurrection. Still you let
Into your fold, the wolves, all dressed as sheep;
Will you not learn? It’s growing late — and yet,
Can you be woken from your deadly sleep?
It’s true that kingdoms rise and then they fall;
But how could such a great one shrink so small?
— D.N. O’Brien