Butchers

We blurt our excuses
We set our alarms
Our fears are deep rooted
Words coated in smarm
Everyone's welcome
But no one belongs
Please stand for the anthem
Belt out our swan song

Inadequate
Withdrawn
Anxious
Forlorn
Desperate
Conceited
Pompous
Defeated

The empire burned
On the amber horizon
So they gave us a monarch
To stop us uprising
They act unconcerned
About the fuse they ignited
Aren't you feeling bubonic?
Aren't you feeling blighted?



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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