Billy Nomad! Poem by Mad Gone

Hi wee Bill, how do you fare.
Look around about, at your share!
When you wore the camouflage
And perished, what did they all care?

Your numbers up, we shed are tears.
For queen and country your blood not spared.
God bless her, for in the rain she pinned,
That lump of metal for those that cared.

Look back upon the history books,
Scrutinize the author; train your ears to hear.
For they soon too, will have a different look!
And will no longer see the tears or fear.

Another mongrel born today,
With no O or Mac, now what’s that crac?
A generation to neglect, why give them a say.
For they belong to yesterday!

Among the gurgles, I hear those awful voices.
Sending shivers down my spine!
Planning out their lack of choices.
In that damned inferno of drained time!

The gyre of history, there for us to learn,
New hopeful voices, drowned by the hate.
Who should have, let them before the stern?
Please stop to think before too late.