Darling Albion
We already reaped a bitter harvest
A mountain of dead
This time at home, in no time of war, instead of brown people far away
We hoped enough would see
The suffering, the starving children, rotting houses,
This time at home, in no time of war, instead of brown people far away
Conveniently always someone else, so they turned away sightless smug
Jackboot clown, slogans, comfort of easy lies
Slow violence, killing voiceless victims
The rose-tinted empire’s endless trick
Unheard, unseen, out of mind (of course)
Dear Albion
Do you know how much we love you?
We stand always with those suffering
Even you, lied to and abused,
Always speaking for the dead
Roaring in our despair, with love
Can you understand?
You are not the bank, but the currency?
Your hopes and dreams deep fried
A barbeque of lies
Darling Albion
While you slept birthright was stolen
Half awake you see some imagined other
While those without honour, or love for one another
Party on your bones
Point jaundiced finger
This time at home, in no time of war, at brown people not far away
They fooled you in your sleep
Dear Albion
Do know how much we love you?
So wake