Forget them all — they’ve gone to Hell.
Old cherished friends? They’ve gone as well.
Forget alliances with fools
Who’ve broken all the golden rules.
Forget old comrades, they are dead.
Forget the past, and all they said.
Cut off the chains — lest pull us down
These pirates when their galleys drown.
Yes, free us from the deathly grip
Of foreign armour, plane, and ship.
We’ve paid the price for their mistakes;
Cast off these phonies — they are fakes!
They are not what they were before:
They talk of peace, but whisper: “war”.
Trust not in liars — trust our sea;
Prepare for our neutrality.
— D.N. O’Brien