Alas, it was this date, when our slaughter was tipped off,
Just a few painful cries and then we flew off.
You be all doom and gloom with the digit sixteen,
For us it is a cut above the pleasure of a teen.
Oh mother, do not take on the chin when IK forgot your bleeding grim,
There's nowt so queer as folk when it comes to pleasing the whim.
Oh sister, do not weep those billion tears that would overflow a bucket,
Oh sister, your brother is number one with a bullet.
Oh father, it sticks in your craw when you miss me at an extreme,
Oh brother, day in day out, I secretly see your hissing steam.
Oh nation, no more black days is a bridge too far,
The end all- be all for you, till your last hour.
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