Moscow on the Thames - Terry

Shaken brittle bones

Shaken Baltic Sea

The royal disease, they rise with the feet

Silent Winter Palace, behind the line

Love letters, from the front

Collapse of the reign brings much of the same

Noon-day hanging in the square of shame

A new start, for the oligarch

What’s a war without the poor?

Who will fall?

Which one will hang for me?

Who will fall?

Which one will hang?

Moscow on the Thames

Back to work again

A shirt front

For the worst cunt

Baby boy for queen, Charlotte for the prince

A million young until the war mints

Who will fall?

Which one will hang for me?

Who will fall?

Which one will hang?