Balaclava Clad

They charge, fully charged

Barging through barricades

Made up of human shields

Breaking bones, blood

Spilling on stone cold

Flags fold under the burning heat

Of hands that ignited them

Union Jack, black

Sky hangs low

And they duck slowly pushing forward

Over the border

Bringing this street and the next

Down to its knees

So pray,

For the lies on the lips of leaders

Are leading them astray.