Skyclad

Though I may seem callous cried old Thomas Malthus,
Paupers are better off dead.
That we have to feed them is something we need
Like a musket shot straight through the head.
Not much of a smiler - our man Wat Tyler
(Died for the working man's fight).
Was daring such a treason a justified reason
For ending his days with his head on a spike?
In order to see pearly factory gates -
We all learn our places (pre-destined fates).
God fearing people with minimal goals,
Led to the slaughter - tools with souls.
Save us from hellfire -
Save us from dancing the Brimstone Ballet.
When the church and its leaders sought new ways to bleed us -
It didn't take them long to find,
Fear of perdition beats nuclear
Fission at making the mill-wheels grind.
Ban contraception - a shrewd move says I
Plenty of slaves born to suffer and die.
Say Go forth and multiply when you want more.
When you've too many just send them to war.
History's wounds will not heal overnight -
They pray for my soul as they set me alight.