Oh,false Britain when the sun was low
Could you not bomb Auschwitz, torture den?
Light blinds our eyes yet soon the world would know
I rarely see bare branches birch trunks, glow.
Yet here they stand like candles , who may come?
Oh,false Generals like the sun you’re low
My mind feels high as codeine , my heart’s cold
Here the hare runs ,awed by dawning sun
Light helped men to kill Jews for teeth gold
This summer is a fake with its mixed modes
Lucky is the conscript with their pun
Oh,false summer light breaks ,blackbirds run
See the leader, envy not their gun
With all his weapons he can’t fire the sun
Oh,false summer, light dance, fire may roast
We turn black with rage, oh holy ghosts