So Much Lost

So much lost with the end of lives not begun;

So much lost by slothful folk foolishly asleep,

As England slips into a sea of silent slumber

From which she can never rise from the deep.

So much lost; so much blood;

So much life, which could

Have avoided the mud

Of graves trodden,

Now sodden,

Forgotten.

England,

My land

No more.

Gone for

Evermore.