Mongrel

Led by enticing landmass

Aching feet find a new home

Gnarled forests and fetid swamps

And new grass on which to roam.

Pushed from behind by many

Fear of force unknown

This united pangaea's seeds

They're scattered, shattered and sown

Land of the mongrel,

Home to the world.

Leather sandals form a solid boot

And affluent, shielded mass of man

There's no fear of the unknown this time

Just a routine conquest of land.

The caretaker waits an age on the throne

As his falling empire expands

Pulled from behind by jewel encrusted fists

Some sever the homecoming strand.

Land of the mongrel,

Home to the world.

And did those with feet of clay walk with pride

Or scurry for a place to hide

And when they put their foot down

Turn with pride to turn the tide

They didn't want to die.

And to england's mountains green

We are all intruders of the most obscene kind

Chasing clockwork dreams

To build, destroy

Double, toil and trouble

Now the fire burns with hatred

An enemy is created

And the mountain sits frustrated

As the dead-bolt locks.

A cheering voyage long and frozen,

Heated hearts by hope and lust,

Some floated away upon riches annexed

After others had settled as dust

And though the old complaints remained

Complaints complained, complaints ingrained

The puffing was no mighty gust

This once stinging w.a.s.p's nest

Has finally started to trust.

Land of the mongrel,

Home to the world.

The tapestry is never completed

(winds of changes can force your hand)

Guide seeming deadly arrows to your eye

(these taxing questions show the truth)

The mongrel outlives the purebred,

These mongrels will outlive the sky.

Land of the mongrel,

Home to the world.