"And so it came to pass that a flag flew in every
window and widows handed poppies out in the square...
And squares were bashed and majors barked and marching
music laughed from the airwaves. The waves were there
to rule again. We had the ambition. We had the
ammunition... A mission in the name of God... In the
name of "democracy", demo-crazy.
Die down! Lie down! You forfeited your right to
survive.
I clutched at your sleeve and we danced in the fire.
Just a pair of spastic swingers on a melting plastic
floor... But you crumbled in my hands as I fumbled in
your blouse, slipping through my fingers to my feet. It
felt like mustard -- hot like custard.
And in the dust that was once an arm, a kra-zee wrote
the 13th Psalm. The final gesture.... He did it with
calm precision, he dotted every eye. A lullaby for
lovers on the last day.
Paying last respects with cups of poison... Pointed
passive at the blood sky... Lying lifeless at their
doors. Clawing craters in the shelters. Helter-skelter
in the lift shafts, blasting brains out in the dark.
LIE DOWN!! Lie down!
"Crime is crime is crime" [Thatcher's voice]
A dog defaced a baby; knawed a rattle, smashed a pram.
He was yelping wildly in a vacuum. No-one really gave a
damn. They were thinking only of themselves... Yes,
they searched for a release. They hid in cupboards,
under tables; they cabled Jesus, called the police.
And the radio screams out, "We're winning!" And about
how the loss was minimal and how the gallant sacrifice
will live on in memorials, and how we'll respect again.
We're no playground anymore. You cannot keep this
country down for long, because we win so many fucking
wars ---/
