Jerusalem Sacked

And did those feet, in Ancient Time
Trample the Migrant Worker here?
And did the Harsh-Environed Wog
Make all due Haste to disappear?
And did the gurning Preacher-Spawn
Kick Cripples with her Leopard Spats?
Was Pandaemonium builded here
Among these flaming Blocks of Flats?

Bring me my Tax-free Bankers' Gold,
Bring me Mendacious Tabloid Curse.
Bring me my Gob - No Fib untold!
Bring me my Profit-making Nurse.
No Fight, however Mental, cease,
Nor Pocket rest safe from my Hand
Now we have Pandaemonium
In Britain's blackened white man's Land.

with apologies to William Blake