all you seem to do is kill
oceans of blood you do spill
obviously conscience have nill
for power never have your fill
criminal without record of crime
fellow traveller's hidden in time
for you Donne's bell does now chime
soon to stand before firing squad line
for your greed and ignorance pay
no escape, no point running away
in crimson mud your body will lay
watch it turn ashen grey
you have only yourself to blame
from your apathy it has came
have you no honor or shame
for this you will surely feel pain
it is not for you i do care
you have chosen your path, beware
but at dead children am forced to stare
'cause you are a fool, unaware
condemn, accuse without reserve
so arrogant, you've got some nerve
you will get what you truly deserve
if the beast you have chosen to serve
i am free and not a slave
i will not die for coward or knave
if in london they are so brave
then let them dig their own grave
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