So it came to pass. The flag flew in every window
Widows handed poppies out in the squares
The squares were bashed and majors barked
And marching music laughed from the airwaves
The waves were there to rule again
We had the ambition we had the ammunition, a mission,
The name of God, the name of democracy, demo-crazy.
Die down! Lie down! Forfeited your right to survive.
I clutched at your sleeve. We danced in the fire.
Just a pair of spastic swingers on a melting plastic floor
But you crumbled in my hands as I fumbled in your blouse
Slipping through my fingers to my feet.
It felt like mustard — hot like custard.
And in the dust that was once an arm, a crazy wrote the 13th Psalm
The final gesture….
He did it with calm precision, a dot on every `i’
A lullaby for lovers on the last day.
Paying last respects with cups of poison pointed passive at the blood sky.
Dying lifeless at their doors. Clawing craters in the shelters.
Helter-skelter in the lift shaft. Blasting brains out in the dark.
Lie down! Lie down! «crime is crime is crime» [Thatcher’s voice]
A dog defaced a baby, knawed a rattle, smashed a pram.
Yelping wildly. Inneffective. No one really gave a damn.
Thinking only of themselves as they were searching for relief.
Hid in cupboards, under tables, cabled Jesus, called the police.
And the radio screamed out, «We’re winning!»
About how the loss was minimal and how the gallant sacrifice
Will live on in memorials and how we’ll respect again.
No playground anymore. No you can’t keep this country down for long.
‘Cause we win so many fucking wars.
@[sample of crowd chanting «seig heil» and cheering]
@[sample of church bell and a music box?]