Whilst you build your monuments to money
Sparkling and shining
We, the undersigned,
Walk in dirt filled underpasses
Away from your eyes
This land of culture and riches
Which grinds the bones of the poor
To build your monstrosities.
The civilised capitol of the world!
Which looks with such distain
Upon the blot of life
North of the Watford Gap
Heathens, Picts and Celts
To the glory that is London
We, the undersigned, do not agree.
The Heathens, Picts and Celts.
S J Menary