Ash flies, Coats fall,
Blood for which sweet Britain calls.
Metal sprays, blood spills,
Flesh to sate sweet Britain’s thrills.
Men charge, flesh flays,
Lives with which sweet Britain plays.
Houses fall, lives end,
Joy for sweet Britain to ‘defend’.
Sadness comes, Joy dies,
The truth behind sweet Britain’s lies.
Peace flees, truth hides,
Laws sweet Britain won’t abide.
Rules bend, laws break,
Corpse counts that sweet Britain fakes.
Dank battlefields corpses adorn,
Coats fall in sweet Britain’s war.