Can something be too soon a metaphor
The Holocaust, a genocide no more
A word for something evil done by man
A little worse than burning the best pan
Do metaphors make people do bad deeds
When we need new ways and stunning schemes
How about we torch the Union Jack
And throw it at a Constable hay stack
That’s pathetic, we need nuclear bombs
Stored inside the wombs of virgin nuns
When birth arrives a triumph and a roar
The London Hospital shall be no more
No London,no New York,no Leningrad
Just a beetle looking quietly sad
How my heart sings 