In honour of the dead
special prayers will be said?
What about the others?
Uttered by tutting devout brothers?
You mean there are grades
of tragedy appraised ?
Degrees of terror and loss
as determined by a book
dictated by a bearded boss?
Well,
that's sick,
you blinded pricks
It defies rational belief
to capitalize
and evangelize,
to reap a nations grief
There are no greater or lesser losses
It's a blooded pen
that has written, as you're smitten,
your top ten
Jimmy Saville would be proud,
out perverted by converted
hidden in the crowd
What an infernal din,
I quake,
as you shake
your collection tin
Held tightly
by the balls,
for gold to decorate
venerated halls
Wrists with backstage passes
but coach class
for the masses
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