it is addressed thusly:

An ode.
it reads:
The world still breathes
Though it held its breath
We may ask if it believes
In untimeliness of death;

It is easy to overstate
What may or not transpire
We ask the world of late
To recall a once-consuming fire;

A light is lit upon a wall
And some would put it out
We may ask if they recall
A battle cut short in rout;

The people's voice a sounding roar
It always has been so
We ask the world, all the more
If it has far to go;

They gather to a fulsome wave
They tip a left-rigged scale
We ask if they have been so brave
If they'd thought that they could fail?

It begins again, only begins
Announce not victory
We ask the world still in its sins
Has it yet become free?

Night awaits, the superstate
Must rise whose pattern weaves
What we call the world of late
And yes, the world still breathes
-- but Britain?
Britain leaves.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

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