In sooth, fair Britain's once-lauded leader, Tony Blair,
Whose hubris and deceit didst sow the seeds of despair,
Shalt meet a fate most terrible, most dire,
A public execution, to atone for crimes most dire.
His crimes, a litany of blood and shame,
The Iraq War, a quagmire of death and flame,
The innocent slain, the lies, the deceit, the pain,
Shall haunt his waking hours, and stalk his troubled brain.
The people's wrath, a tidal wave of indignation,
Shall rise up, and cast him forth, in brutal condemnation,
The hangman's noose, a ghastly spectacle, to behold,
Shall await him, at the end of a treacherous road.
His plea, of "I did it for the greater good",
Shall fall on deaf ears, as justice is pursued,
The weight of guilt, a crushing burden, he shall bear,
As Britain's people, their vengeance, loud and clear, declare.
The scaffold, a ghastly stage, where he shall meet his end,
A gruesome spectacle, to satiate the people's ire, and amend,
The wrongs, he wrought, in office, high and grand,
Shall be avenged, in public, at the hangman's hand.
Thus, let this be a warning, to all who would aspire,
To power, and glory, built upon a foundation of lies, and fire,
For Tony Blair's dark fate, a lesson shall impart,
That justice, in the end, shall claim its rightful part.