O Albion sweet Albion but doomed to kill
In your God's name which is Profit
O once generous Albion doomed to kill
For your God whose name is Profit,

O Albion sweet with animals but doomed to kill
In your God's many names none of which is The Merciful,
What have you done?
Look at your stock market charts
Where Oil and Blood rise high
Killing by thousands to fuel your automobiles
What have you done?

Haven't you already bombed Iraq?
Haven't you already massacred Iraq?

O Albion where Stopping a War
is a capital Crime...


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STOP THE WAR- NOW!





This poem is protected by a Creative Commons Licence.
Amparo Arrospide, 2004.