The Bulldog Breed

What could today's poem be, but one to commemorate Churchill? So here is a look back at a man who had flaws, but despite those, was still a very great leader, and a leader who, don't forget, remained in London when the bombs fell. Which politicians would do that now?

The Bulldog Breed

We shall fight them on the beaches
Rationing, no bananas and no peaches
Austerity of war, means so, so slender
But the bulldog said, never surrender
In times when hope was lost, despair
He knew the black dog, doubt, fear
But overcame those, his spirit strong
Even when he could be in the wrong
Let them starve, when we asked for aid
Our dear Channel Islands would have paid
No Red Cross Vega, no help come here
The people would die, and disappear
But it was not to be, the Red Cross came
Yet his words remain, to his great shame
For he was a great man, a bulldog breed
Who came to Britain in her hour of need
The Battle of Britain or negotiated peace
He would not surrender, would not cease
Until Europe was free from the Nazi yoke
Think concentration camps, burning smoke
As so many perished, whole families died
Who could negotiate? Who even tried?
Churchill would have none of this at all
Called upon the Home Guard to stand tall
On the beaches, and in the fields and streets
Never surrender, despite minor defeats
Dunkirk spirit, of the little boats who came
To the field of conflict, of bombs and flame
Rescued many, who would have been lost
Never minding the danger, or counting cost
Churchill inspired the many and the few
Brave fighters in the air, those valiant crew
And now we remember, a great man in deed
Flawed but brave, last of the bulldog breed
In the darkest hour, a voice of courage and hope
Words that could help all who heard cope
And on VE day, we listened, rejoiced indeed
And our dear Channel Islands shall at last be freed!