london bliss, head to toe in rags from the riches
what catastrophe have you concocted for yourself?
wrapped in mouldy velvet, touched with madness
the hatter would not come near with a ten foot pole!
sweet london, have you given up on heritage?
blessed with the history of love and war,
both ravaged endlessly
in innumerable ways
traitor london, you purged the soul of the queen
left her hanging with the commonwealth
I can hear the sheperd's cries
as the church bells toll for the crown
coward london, you damned us all with your forked tongue
whispering in poisons known to your grave only
we gave you life and you spat it back
tenfold, with savagery.