The British Law

Behold the British Law, the horse breeder and his reptilian bastards. 

May they grow into men.

May they know better than fear.

 
Behold the Shakespearean threat. 

Women who tasted freedom and never returned 

May they never return. 

May they never learn. 

Behold the blood that ran blue and tangled you in it’s web 

Let it spill 

Let there be enough friends to cut you lose.

 
Behold the May and the August 

A speck of prayer and a speck of home

The color of gold and color of doom 

As heavy as the heart that tells the truth.

 
May we all get what we deserve.