They'll Thank Us One Day

The Allies step up to the crease,
With warnings and missiles and grease:
The enemy cowers,
Morality towers;
Petroleum flows without cease!

Our boys in their Britishness bled
To help these poor souls get ahead:
Freedoms did they strew,
So Democracy grew
Among the collateral dead.

There have been some glitches, it's true,
In shaping this failed state anew;
But with terrorists fled
And the Decent well-led,
What matters a car-bomb or two?

Rah rah for these statesmen of ours
In their grey suits and red paper flowers!
Just look at this peace
They have helped to release!
Rah rah for the wog-bombing Powers!

Anthony Allenby Hoon