Here is the first poem. England. Ready for feels?

I was once great.
All others feared me.
I once had power.
They bowed down to me.
Then I was left.
Lost and alone.
Many have told me,
"Let me be free.",
What was I to do?
Act selfish, with greed?
I remember the days.
When I was still young.
Following after the other great ones.
Now what am I?
Nothing at all.
I remember the days,
when I was once great.

Ehehe, kinda rushed the end. Was it good? Who should I do next?

-Imoto