Is NOT peaceful integration,

But an accurate account of brutal force.

How it overwhelms the Meek,

As the Roman screwed the Greek,

And Everyone got rogered by the Norse.

Picture; you’re indigenous, you farm your fen… Uliginous,

Odiferous and sodden though it be,

You are distant from the lairs

Of those scary wolves and bears

In the Forest. SO much safer by the sea…

But Look, my Child! A whale? No, a pretty, stripy sail!

Then another… And the dragon-headed ships

Of the Hornéd-Helmet Hordes

With their axes and their swords

Howl in. And little chap, you’ve had your chips.

I threw my heart to the wind -

Catch it, catch it, I cried -

The wind replied, replied -

Your heart is mine, is mine -

Torrents of rain fell down

The skies became deep black;

I called to the wind for my heart -

Give it back, give it back.

And the thunder cracked -

I threw my soul to the skies

To search for my absent heart

Now soul and heart depart -

And I feel wise, feel wise -

Without heart to ache for love;

Without soul to yearn for truth

Blown with the wind in the skies

Blown with my youth, my youth -

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