Anglicisation
Anglicisation or anglicization, also Englishing, is the process of converting anything to more "English" norms.
Social anglicisation
Social and economic anglicisation was an important objective of the English crown in the Celtic regions of the United Kingdom, in Ireland, Scotland and Wales. Social anglicisation was also a feature in some sectors of society under the British Empire.
Anglicisation of language
In terms of language, anglicisation is a policy of use of the English language, such as was one of the causes contributing to the Boer War. The adoption of English as a personal, preferred language is another form of anglicisation. Calvin Veltman, following the methods of analysis developed in Quebec, Canada for establishing language shift, uses the term to refer to the practice of individuals in minority language groups who cease using their mother tongue as their preferred language and adopt English instead. Rates of anglicisation may be calculated by comparing the number of people who usually speak English to the total number of people in any given minority language group.
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by: HateHere among our graves,
Our beautiful bodies lie silent in the ground,
We are left to decay relieved of our pride,
The light is suffocating us from within,
We are dead inside lost upon the earth,
Never to be seen..
Entangled in woe,
Our faces bear such pain,
Never to be suffered again,
You know nothing to be the same.,
Ripped of our dignity,
We lie dead silent in the ground,
Until the seeds of darkness,
Grows high to give us relief,
Wish I had a dagger sharp..
Empty to the core we are frozen in our path trapped in
woe,
We are the army of empty souls beyond healing,
In the dark of the obsidian night we stay still &
secret out of sight,
Black wings that tremble the night and hearts never
cease to burn,
Never cease to bleed,
No recovery, no life, no morphine,
To kill this heart aching pain,
Just look at us, we lie dead silent in the ground,
Entangled in woe,
Our faces bear such pain,
Never to be suffered again,
You know nothing to be the same.,
Here among our graves,
Our beautiful bodies lie silent in the ground,
We are left to decay relieved of our pride,
Wish I had a dagger sharp..
Empty to the core we are frozen in our path trapped in
woe,
We are the army of empty souls beyond healing,
In the dark of the obsidian night we stay still &
secret out of sight,
Black wings that tremble the night and hearts never
cease to burn,