I stand with hope, unwavering and strong,
Though the world feels heavy, though much seems wrong.
The mess we see, the chaos that reigns,
Cannot dim the light where hope remains.
My message is clear, my call to you:
You are not alone; we’ll see this through.
Though silence may shroud the decent, the wise,
British hearts beat with logic that never dies.
2025—the year of sense reborn,
A roaring truth through the mist is sworn.
Let them call us names, let the smears cascade,
We’ll rise undeterred, as the storms are swayed.
For wanting borders to hold their line,
To protect our home—it’s no hate of mine.
For putting Britain first, for taking a stand,
For the people, our values, the love of our land.
We are right—of this I am sure,
For smaller states, for economies pure.
To slash the tax, to reward the strive,
To let hard work and dreams thrive.
For shielding children from a creeping tide,
For truth, not trends, where facts reside.
For celebrating this nation’s might,
Our history, our gifts, our guiding light.
We are right—to demand the law be fair,
For justice applied without despair.
To help our own through winter’s chill,
Before the world gets what it will.
They would have you feel alone, betrayed,
But millions stand where our hopes are laid.
Decent, proud, and steadfast in fight,
Together we march for what is right.
So let reform be our rallying cry,
Through the ballot box, let courage fly.
No anger, no tears, no hollow despair,
Determination grows where we dare.
For Britain I love, for its soul so true,
There’s so much left for me, for you.
2025—let common sense reign,
Let hope and justice rise again.
Verbal Alchemy 