Looking in the mirror craving
attention,
another love child of a narcissist
nation.
Look out of the window, cannot see
anything
another blinded child who always wants
something.
Celebrity kills, creating a death
culture,
bones of the past picked at by
capitalist vultures.
Bought and sold, the new and the old.
By all the taste makers trend setters,
movers and shakers.
Down from the hills comes a thundering
sound.
A thousand marching feet across the
ground.
Tattered and torn flags, flapping in
the field.
There will be no surrender because no
one will yield.
The blood runs over England’s green
and now unpleasant lands,
everyone fighting something they don't
understand.
Two world wars and one world cup,
a dead empire, who gives a fuck?!
British soldiers give Nazi salutes.
Fingers on the triggers, there are
Muslims to shoot.
A grey mist covers a land with no hope
or glory,
history tells a different story.
A storm is coming, a real rain will
fall
knocking all the Humpty Dumpty's from
off the wall.
