Boudicca
and you strip me
bare my flesh to winter’s icy fingers
while your foul corruption lingers
filthy on my skin
and you whip me
flay my flesh with cords of foreign leather
while my people stand together
drinking of your sin
you have killed us
we were buried by your golden promise
yet the soil you’ve stolen from us
stirs between our bones
gods have willed us
seed our freedom from the blood you spilled here
tear down all you’ve tried to build here
burn your iron thrones
and you strip me
bare my flesh to winter’s icy fingers
while your foul corruption lingers
filthy on my skin
and you whip me
flay my flesh with cords of foreign leather
while my people stand together
drinking of your sin
you have killed us
we were buried by your golden promise
yet the soil you’ve stolen from us
stirs between our bones
gods have willed us
seed our freedom from the blood you spilled here
tear down all you’ve tried to build here
burn your iron thrones
It could be worse