Not Again. I daren’t switch the radio on
for fear of hearing about another one.
Those Cowards. Plotting and scheming
this side all the while the ink has barely dried
on the signed Saudi Arms Deal. I feel
cheated. Beaten down by the lies so now
I must despise them. I can’t abide them.
They seek to divide me, pit me against
my brother and sister. Mister Blair wants
God to be his judge and still won’t budge
on accusations of war crimes.
Maggie May seeks to deny her part in the drama
passing the buck onto those who were in power before her.
There’s no time
to unpick the lies, the malign and twisted sign
that money trumps blood. During endless vigils
it is Love not Hate that community leaders preach,
but they would be better off teaching the truth.
The wickedly cynical western foreign policy
as the root for the rise in terrorist atrocity.
United they stand and march us off to war,
and then feign surprise when the same knocks at their door.
Watch them wring their hands and bow their heads,
as another minute’s silence is staged… to shamefully echo…
Not Again. Not Again. Not Again.