Ye Jist widnae listen

Especially for those heroes and champions of dictatorship a return to the dark ages – George Dubya and Tory Blair

Awa’ ye go an’ bile yer heids, ye huvnae got a clue,
Ye’ve gone an’ bombed Iraq ye mugs, ye’ve worked them black and blue,
Ye’ve murdered aw they new born weans, an’ mithers, faithers too,
Ye’ve dogged the steps that once were trod by Herod and his crew!

Up there upon yer lectern high, ye judge us less than daft,
But the stench of insincerity reeks fetidly of graft,
Ye’d sell yer granny fur a vote and wallow in yer craft,
An’ hide behind the cowardice of those who’re jist as saft.

Fur Cheney, Brown, Hoon, Straw, and Reid, Rumsfield and Condoleeze,
A hundred thousand lives…no more, just vapour on the breeze,
And Prescott, Powell, and Duncan-Smith, get down upon your knees,
And pray there is no place like hell for evil acts like these.

But one man’s words we should have known were nought but quisling’s tale,
His kin had wreaked a massacre in Glencoe’s friendly vale,
McDonald’s clan had sheltered them from winter’s freezing gale,
But Campbells’ thanks was carnage wrought; humanity for sale!

So sat within your padded cells, sae deif tae aw our cries,
Ye closed your minds, and zipped yer souls, ye turnt awa’ yer eyes,
Ten million hearts held banners high a challenge tae yer lies,
Against the world of mammon’s oil, we took up cause tae rise.

But banners are like paper walls when smart bombs rend the air,
And cries of truth like whispered doubts, when hatred’s screams lay bare
A soulless void of bloody lust, within your hell built lair,
And the loving reach of the new born babe finds the cold of no one there.

And now you’ve cleansed those eastern folk, the wans who can’t fight back,
Not Israel, not Pakistan, not Saudi, but Iraq,
Bold heroes every wan of you! Wae yer unseen stealth attack,
Wae “shock an’ awe”, the tears of blood have stained yer souls tae black.

But where collateral damage lies strewn over Eden’s lawns,
It nurtures anger’s righteous seeds and the flower of vengeance dawns,
It sees a game of chess being played where common folk are pawns
Ten million innocents will pay for all that you have spawned!