Bugger the butterflies, bugger the hills,
Bugger the daffodils, floating like spills,
Show me a skyscraper plated in glass
Show me a motorway ploughing through grass:
How you survive for the rest of your lives
Isn’t a subject that’s fit for my eyes,
Let there be famine and let there be war
Gravediggers tally the body-count score.
Tanks and machineguns received with due thanks,
Fighters and bombers; the cost drains our banks.
Grumman and Lockheed are grateful, I’m sure,
Pay them the money, but still they want more,
Jobs will depend on the loot that we spend
Paying for fusion reactors that end
In glorious meltdowns that poison the earth;
Surely a subject for unrestrained mirth.
Nature is savage and nature is cruel
Kill or be killed—dog eat dog is the rule.
So don’t be so soppy and don’t be so wet
Nobody cares, long as targets are met.