TRANSLITERATING THE BRITISH
jumped from the cheering to speak one-voiced
here a moon bronze hundred tongues crowds
by way of town we truly are now
say we want
to be to us.
we've had soft who welcome white hands of our
bold as silver bankers clouds and the summer
sky the Giant's Causeway we roar it
filching we want it
our gold our back
lifting the 10,000 metres tracks in his running
we want new name for brothers medal earned
every school playing enough of the soundbite
we want more
our own canoe
legacy abstract nouns our real bikes
tightening metaphorical austerity policy
belts burned god we got side-paddled
our cycle lanes
bring on kids
sense new in this together marks we weather
we are all
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