This England

animal farm

This green and pleasant verdant land

Is being devoured as here we stand

As politicians carve it up

From golden cups they gladly sup

At Orwell’s table they do feast

Those ravened hungry porcine beasts

As in the window, we do stare

And fight our tears against the glare

As England withers piece by piece

And from their mouths they wipe the grease



picture thanks to the 1954 film Animal Farm by Halas & Batchelor.




About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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