Welcome to Britain, madam Ambassador for Genocide;

this carpet’s the latest fashion, Slaughterhouse Red.

Per Ardua ad Astra is how they died,

a diet of porky pies, what they were fed, 

“We will remember them”, cry solemn parrots, 

ad nauseam, per annum, dog-whistled, 

forgetting stick, they much prefer those carrots,

warmongering Lords want us protestors kettled; 

oh yes, they died because their fathers lied. 

For genocide’s sake, their lies and smears they tout, 

“Made in Britain”, top quality planes and bombs

rain death on Gaza; Jesus’ commandments we flout.  

Was it for this he rose up from the tomb, 

for our Christian monarch who sides with murderous thugs, 

for our slaughtered babes, who never more we’ll hug?   

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 23rd January, 2024.