A Free Country (Mirrored Golden Shovel)

It is raining on his arthritic back.
Is this all a vetran can hope for, expect, for being:
An octogenarian, invisible to main society? This
Englishman's pride will never fade, unlike like his reflection.
Privilege, it is to be born in Great Britain, he wails,
To a group of youths. They retort by spitting on his polished shoes.
Grumble is all he can do, so he mutters, 'and I fought for the likes of you'

An English saying: 'It is an Englishman's privilege to grumble'

michael
2015

See this link:
https://books.google.co.uk/books?id=8CE8AQAAMAAJ&pg=PA184&lpg=PA184&dq=who+wrote+%27it+is+an+englishman%27s+privileged+to+grumble%27&source=bl&ots=tiXxFeuYju&sig=cWnF8Y1LwReSCGxoDFh0xUu4pAI&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CCYQ6AEwAWoVChMIjfu659KHyAIVSLQUCh2Gtg9h#v=onepage&q=who%20wrote%20%27it%20is%20an%20englishman%27s%20privileged%20to%20grumble%27&f=false