No gas, no alarm bells, no guns, no fence,
And no defence, just gore and blood,
Smashed in skulls, no not Auschwitz,
No, up north a spot,
Like our emblem red and white,
Blood and ice do mix,
The true north strong and free,
Off key, the key it sticks,
In my throat, that’s where it’s stuck,
The vocal cords do not respond,
In my craw, my home and native land,
Your sons and daughters bond.
Dead bodies there should lie,
Between the space of white,
Millions there should lie,
Killed without a fight,
Not that I know this song this flag,
Dripping bloody melody,
Few thousand sing as one,
On lips of icy hearts at sea,
A land of riches and of gold,
From sea to shiny sea,
Their heart and soul have sold,
Kill seal pups for a fee,
To save their hide they smash the skull,
And skin them live the can,
Barbaric in a land of humane pride,
Though not for creatures, just for man,
Should I ever want to sing with pride?
Again that song, the north so true ,
Clean the blood from all that wide,
And fly the flag that’s true .
©26/03/2009
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the senseless slaughter of those unable to protect themselves is sinful -- peace and love -- Jon Michael
And it sticks in my craw, too; again, your eloquent voice speaks out for innocence and against needless slaughter. You are an honourable and true man.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Georg