Revolution

Revolution  
 
I sit in House of Lords and weep;  
this is my country.  
 
For so long the shame of English Empire  
has caused me to deny    my connection to this land,  
this people.  
 
     The scarlet St. George stained with the blood  
           of blacks, browns, and poor dirty-white  
                 Our spirit broken by hierarchy,  
                       masonic ritual and false democracy,  
     National pride only exhibited  
     in a hooligan’s drunk-punch  
 
God kill the Queen.  
 
 
My Italian friend laughs  
as the realization of our corruption dawns  
It’s the same everywhere.  
 
Democrazy has no stakeholders,  
      for the stake is owned, and protected,  
                 by the rule-makers, and breakers,  
           and ready to be pierced through the heart  
                  of The Beast, the masses  
                             if they try to touch  
                             let alone hold  
 
Woe is the barren land of Eng,  
     Integrity lost, swallowed up  by monarchy  
                             and politicking.  
 
  And yet the serfs believe!  
 
‘What do you think of politicians?’  
   ‘Urgh!’  
‘What do you think of the Queen?’  
   ‘Oh, yeah, I love the Queen.’  
‘Do you vote?’  
   ‘Of course I do. But I’m not telling you who.’  
 
as if when you’re standing in that box  
you’re doing anything else but standing in a box.  
 
 
I lost faith in humanity because of our  
     system of deceit  
 
There’s more honesty in dictatorship.  
 
A State with Police, is a Police State.  
 
 
The middle classes don’t care.  
   and I’m ashamed to have been among them  
 
     It’s alright for us.  
     And we’re better than them...chavs..pikies..hoodies..animals  
     They’re stupid.  
 
If all the ‘intelligent’ people were down-graded,  
                 and all the uniforms lost in the wash,  
    maybe we would have a chance?  
 
         But  as it is...as it was...  
 
 
Tradition is the curse. False histories and educare, military style.  
 
Winston Churchill, ‘Greatest Briton’, early eugenicist, mass murderer and proud Freemason:  
 
  “One may dislike Hitler’s system and yet admire his patriotic achievement”  
 
 
The green fields  
             and the open Northern charm  
      are all i see to redeem.  
 
But we have a revolution in us,  
     for every one is in turmoil,  
             every English being contains  
                         a divided soul.  
                       decaying  
No one wants to walk past a tramp  
and pretend he’s not there  
...that he’s not a product of how we organise ourselves  
No one wants to watch a white man in a helmet hassling a black boy  
                       for wearing a hood  
No one wants leaders, rulers, let alone ones who  
     we allow to lie, accepting  
  that it’s the scum that rises to the surface  
 
 
In secret we speak of discontent,  
but in public only mock the Daily Mail and BNP  
That’s only the tip,  of the rubbish tip  
     of the English conscience.  
 
Kill the Queen. Kill Parliament. Destroy the Flag, the Freemasons and all ideas of ownership.  
 
Let England breathe once more.