GREAT CRUTECH

by Anametemfiok, Esther A.

Lying in the South of the city

It’s a wonder, how much you have grown

I could tell the world of this new bride

Her beauty is such to ponder

Once a fallen Rome, has risen to be great Britain

Her price is worth more than gold

Her virtues cannot be sold

Even if it grows old

Both the young and old appreciate your talents

Your wisdom has put the fools to bed

And your policies have made the bended

Hearts straight again

No one has entered into your chambers

And withheld to sing the song of greatness

You have made the prudent wise

And straightened the ways of those who ran wild.

I know that if you continue in this way

The world will turn to you for help in troubled days

Your name daily will ring a bell

And your works won’t cease to be hailed.

Oh Great CRUTECH!

I marvel at your strength

That surpasses those who stand against you

And raises those who fall from great heights.