Dear Shekhar
The poem you are thinking of is called "In Westminster Abbey" and begins "Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells". It was published in a 1940 collection.
In the second verse, the speaker - a woman - prays "Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans, Spare their women for Thy sake, And if that is not too easy We will pardon Thy mistake".
Here is the fifth verse:
Although dear Lord I am a sinner,
I have done no major crime;
Now I’ll come to Evening Service
Whensoever I have the time.
So, Lord, reserve for me a crown,
And do not let my shares go down.
Unfortunately, I am afraid I do not have the time to put up all of its seven verses!
You are right: it is a splendid satire.
Clive Watkins
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