cannon fodder we
at the whim and the mercy
we just the rabble
who fight their dirty wars
and sacrificed in battle
while they play cricket
our children's flesh and bones lie
in yon bloody fields
unnecessary conflicts
that they have forced upon us
slaughtered for profit
and what do we get for it
nothing but contempt
austerity and the dole
low paid jobs and high taxes
we must rid ourselves
of this filthy parasite
who feeds upon us
vermin who murder our young
these masters of genocide
as long as they live
more of our loved ones will die
I say, kill them all
lords, masters and presidents
elite bankers and governments
our future, the stars
we don't need them anymore
wake to a new day
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