Warhead - Dedicated to our new Prime Minister

 Theresa may
No!
Theresa will
As an act of revenge
For the thrill of the kill
To button pressing
She’s said Yes
Knowing the sheer scale
Of the deaths
She’d happily cause
Not caring about
The reasons because
She is prepare to commit
Genocide, infanticide
From her bunker hide
No compassion or guilt
With her bayonet
Thrust in up to the hilt
She wouldn’t hear the screaming
Nor people being turned to powder
As the streets run red
With a molten human chowder
Without a second thought
She just said yes
She’d be responsible
For millions of deaths
All done in your name
A decision taken
Mentally lame
Morally insane
Not just her hands
But all our hands
Covered and dripping
With blood
Theresa may
No!
Theresa will
As you go back
To sleep