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.