How sleep the Used who sink to rest
By all their PM's half-truths blest!
Democracy with fingers cold
Will yet disturb their hallowed mould,
And there expose the darkest Sod,
Whose barefaced Lies, lie bare to God.

By Hypocrites their knell was rung,
By hands unseen their deaths were spun:
Now Honour comes, the people's way,
To oust the worms that soil their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile reclaim
Iraq - and Britain from its shame.

                    (Apologies to William Collins)