Glastonbury

What shite from yonder window fakes

The outburst shock of censorship

Upon the ears of those who choose

To take offence at chanted crowds.

What light is lit upon this theme

Casts shadows in the mire of shame

Upon the words that justify

& glorify injustice seen.

Bobby Villan calling out

The forces of oppression while

The government and BBC

Apologise to Himmlers child.

Death was summoned to the forces

Laying siege at Deaths own door

NOT to those who wear yamulka

But to Generals waging war.

Silent is the voice no longer

Pent-up strength upon his call

Bobby Villan, we salute you

Burn the flag and watch it fall.

From the stage you shared our anger

Impotence no longer felt

Rise the people, down with Zion

Forge the reasons watch them melt.