slightly nasty ode to britain

bless our cynicism, our jewels &
our leaves, bless the things we stole
& the ones that are ours the people
who hail from the lands we left
to ruin, bless our grey skies & our infinite
dawns bless our bells & our taxi
drivers bless the buses bless the ones
we killed bless the blood we ignore
bless the red-rust crown it ain't worth much
bless pieces we stole the things we
crammed together and claimed it ours
bless the language and the rot
and the sick, sweet hypocrisy.