You have declared yourself a house divided
Agreed to star in a play directed from abroad
To sink the nation to division, besmirch the flag
A noble prince claims joystick kills in a foreign land
It’s so easy, from an Apache, to kill the soldiers of Allah
But there’s no Tudor rose in Afghanistan today, only white
Retreat to Cali-forn-i-a to californicate half-breed runts
Under direction, special division, “Judeo-Masonry”
Methinks this line unfit to rule, it pisses on the face
Of Christ
So I say, remove the capital to Oxford—old Royalist seat
Burn down the parliamentary redoubts—Hull, Norwich, etc
And topple Cromwell’s statue from his throne, bloody-handed
The House of Windsor is a shit house, we must clean clean today
Under the black flag—not of Allah, but his brother (Grail servant)
A new line by popular acclaim declared, consecrated by Druids
At Stonehenge
This is the verdict—a judgement, in verse. Apaches will rust
The black flag never rusts, it only says “mandate of heaven”
Withdrawn