An English Poem

How long has it been since I have exited?
Most people around me seem twisted.
One day, I ruled the world,
Right back in my face that title hurled.
Twenty-Three, who would have thought?
The number of times that I have fought.
A broken heart for a whole century,
It is now part of my life, my treasury.
Oh, America. How do you do now?
You wanted to get stronger, that you did vow.
Are you happy with the president of the USA?
Protect your brother or he’ll fade away
France, heh. You’re still gay,
You keep annoying me, and I’ll send you away.
Japan, quiet, but a nice fellow.
No matter how much you try, you cannot bellow.
Sealand. I give up! Do what you want!
You’re just as arrogant as a new born pheasant.
When I think about it, I’m a very old man
It’s time with the rest of the allies to make a new battle plan.
Athur Kirkland 1943

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