Cameron wants to go to war
he’s wanted to since he were small
he wants to show he’s good in a fight
moving small pins on a wall.
All his mates, they want to, too
to show they’re worthy to stand
before rudyard kipling’s dodgy verse
in barbaric foreign lands.
And their mums and dads are very proud
soon they’ll have stories to tell
like them from imperial history books
with winnie, and dyer as well.
“When will we sit, at luncheon, with dave
sipping on indian tea?
When will we hear of his Amritsar?
or even his Gallipoli?”
Meanwhile cameron is on the stand
his eyes are a flame of fire
“I’ll war like maggie, I’ll sink their ships
I don’t care how many die”
“You see it’s Us and Them, my lads
we’ve known it to be true
since 1956, old chums
and You and You and You”
He points to Corbyn and his aides
spitting the scourge of his tongue
“you aren’t with Us” and flashing eyes
“we know whose side you’re on”
And miles away in the middle east
in the land of the setting sun
a mother walks, with her quiet kids
oblivious of what’s to come.