Osman - Sol Invictus

One war, two wars

But the war that did for you

Was the class war, old boy

Manicured hands still rule

In no hope streets

Poverty eats desire

The stray dog returns to the coal hole

To lick his wounds and await the fire

The key that doesn’t fit

The swimmer against the tide

The spider in the jar

The arrow in the eye

With blood and bluster

And body blows

Piss, teeth and sawdust

Down the Walworth road

You rose with the match girls

And with Suez you fell

Serenaded with shells

And black London hells

The world shakes and scatters

Blood, mud and rats

Your world shatters

Now it’s just you and your cats