I vow to Thee my Country

Why is the world cocooned in law,

The ten thousand commandments of man?
While what society should abhor
Is forced out of our hands.
 

There is a place where angels dwell

And politicians reign;
Cast out of heaven, though worse than hell,
Paradise lost again.

They’ll play their games, but never see

The tears in children’s eyes,
And leave behind catastrophe
For those who shall survive.

‘They shall not grow old’ we say

‘As we who are left grow old;
Age shall not weary each bitter day
Nor the years condemn the cold’.

Dulce et decorum est

Is the lie we no longer believe.
Too late for those we’ve laid to rest
Too late for those we conceive.

He was still a child on the day that he went

To fight for the London MP’s,
To fire shots he never meant
In a desperate aim to please.

He was one of the first to die,

Referred to as a ‘gonna’.
Yet still bloodthirsty Generals cry
‘Death sooner than dishonour’.