Oh wretched queen thy vile bent
Hath scourged the earth with wicked hent;
Dope is the biggest business now;
Soon shall burst the bubbl’ed Dow.
In Afric’ flows innocent blood,
Whose dead once owned the richest mud.
"Rob what thou like! Mine what thou will!"
Tis by this rule thou millions kill.
But that’s not all I charge to thee,
For by thy consort’s foul decree
That he’d be a virus if he might,
To slay more people with’s blight,
In Russian collapse millions mourn;
Their dead outnumber living born.
Thy Balkan targets rivers block
Europa’s trade that thou dost mock.
Each day on Iraq bombs are rent
To mark the path of thine intent,
Which is to rule the world by force,
And grab her oil’s wonted course.
But that’s not all I charge to thee,
For by thy consort’s foul decree,
In "Latin" land thy bankers rape
Whate’er wouldst thou thy Soros take.
Across the sea the Asian dies,
Thy victims all of Mammon’s lies.
Mammon thou art, thy wretched Whore
Of Babylon, but wretched more.
Wretch thou livest by die the same,
Perfidious Albion’s wretched Game;
For I yet live, and by the ghost
Of Princess Di, thou killed, I toast.
Ne’er will we cease this noble fight
Til we restore America’s might.
Thomas Rooney