A UNICEF report dated 27th May 2025 gave the number of children killed or injured in the Gaza Strip alone as more than 50,000 Fifty Thousand - God knows what it is now; the juxtaposition of the images of a School Bus and a Battle Waggon is horrifically appropriate.

 

Off to hell in a handcart the U.K. goes,

the U.K. goes, the U.K. goes:

let the bodies pile high; to learn from history we’re slow,   

so deep the blood now flows.

 

Our Public Service wheels are coming off,

coming off, coming off,

they won’t tax the rich who’ve got more than enough,

now the emperor is in the buff.

 

But his battle-waggon wheels still spin so fast,

spin so fast, spin so fast,

pig’s snouts are in the trough; here it’s warfare first,

and welfare last!

 

The cops come knocking on our doors at dead of night,

dead of night, dead of night,

say we’re terrorists for protesting genocide,

what bullshite!

 

Still, the clown behind the wheel keeps turning right,

turning right, turning right:

while genocide’s OK, our human rights are set alight,

his might is right!

 

His battle-waggon wipers go “swish, swish, swish,

swish, swish, swish: swish, swish, swish”,

as they wipe away the blood of Gaza’s women and kids,

the devil’s arse he’ll kiss!

 

Elbits n’ Pieces, they make jigsaws,

big jigsaws and little jigsaws,

they make ‘em out o’ little bits of girls and boys,

they’re so good and make no noise!

 

The lads from Akrotiri help’em get it right

from high up in the sky it’s a loverly sight,

as from out of starvin’ kids they knock the livin’ daylights,

congrats to dear old Blighty!

 

Yes, to hell in a handcart the U.K. goes,

the U.K. goes, the U.K. goes:

let the bodies pile high; to learn from history we’re slow,   

so deep the blood now flows.