Forgotten Sons

And so I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor I must fear evil for I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless Faceless watchers that stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation In their guarded bureaucratic wombs Minister, Minister care for your children, order them not Into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass Against you, for whose is the kingdom? The power and the Glory, forever and ever Amen Halt who goes there? death Approach.... friend You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle Where the children's stony glances mourn your death In a terrorist's smile The bomber's arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Alleys sing with shrapnel, dance in a temporary hell Forgotten Sons