In England, 'neath the grey sky and thunder bark,
A fresh tempest stirs within the market stark.
The Coffers' Key's slight sway hath instilled a spark,
And prices waver like longboats lost in the dark.
In the midst of battle, the maiden fierce and wise,
Rises to the fore, her gaze steady on the prize.
Kamala of the Free, whose fame through the land flies,
With gathered host at convention 'neath the starry skies.
On Albion's 'sceptered isle', a rebellion quelled,
With iron-willed Starmer at helm, the disorder felled.
Yet lurking beneath the calm, concerns yet dwell,
Of kin from distant shores, their numbers swelled.
