Underground

Buzzing crowds we sweat and we revel
Red-cheeked shouts and songs
In the flicker of the gaslight
Eager Blighty bursts from the cobblestones
Racing, climbing blooming fertility
Born from secret seeds
That were scattered in the nighttime
London is fed upon the meat of the dead
They're one shallow inch below the town
Leave them underground
Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us
Them that told us lies of their bravery
Them that preached of progress, and put us in the poorhouse
Them done horrid murder on blo*dy stages
Them that loudly crowed their humility
All quiet now.
Their mouths are stopped up by mud.
They lie flung in rags and make no sound.
Leave them underground
Those who fought for something better
Those who taught by how they lived
Loved ones taken long before their work was done
Leave them underground.
Leave them underground.