robinturner | Dead poets against the war #1

I wandered down a crowded street
Where men and women cryed aloud.
And on each angry, fearful face
I thought I saw a funeral shroud.

"What brings you here?" I called to them.
One answered, with a frightfull stare:
"We come to bury Albion,
Killed by the bloody hand of Blayr."

"Who is this Blayr?" I asked of her.
She answered, with a rueful smile:
"He works the mills of war each day,
And speaks of Mercy all the while.

"And though he speaks of Freedom too,
And spreading Justice far and wide,
He binds our souls to Urizen,
And never leaves his Master's side.

"He sends our sons to far-off lands,
And tho' we see the last of them
He says their deaths, and others' too
Will build a new Jerusalem.

"A Serpent rules America,
And Liberty lies lost in sleep.
The daughters of dead Albion
Have nothing now to do but weep."