Inspired by NR
I call it... "When..."
When all turns sour and the warshouts cry
And the religious kneel and pray to the sky
When the mobs roam free and show no fear
And the criminals smile from ear to ear
When the sheeple dream of days gone by
When they mocked the signs that read "THE END IS NIGH!"
And the riot squads run and the people cheer
And the government's bunkers are flooded with tears
To all your creature comforts, say goodbye
Because the trucks stop coming when the oil is dry.
When the economy dies and the banks go down
And a fifty pound note is worth less than a crown
When police don't turn up and the gangs own the streets
And the bravest of men are still forced to retreat
When the good men are few and the hungry abound
With the shops long since looted and no wildlife around
What good are the invoices, cheques and receipts
What good is that money you used to mistreat
When the law's no more and the children starve
O wherefore art thou bleeding hearts?
When the West descends into anarchy
Because you taught the West that the World was free.
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