‘Come see my new blockbuster’,

The film director smiled.

‘It’s about a sinner

And all those he defiled.

 

It’s about the cities,

Reduced to smithereens;

It’s about the soldiers,

Cut down in their teens.

 

It’s about the people,

Running for their lives;

It’s about an exodus

Of children and of wives.

 

It’s about the cowards

Who fire long range shells;

It’s about the relatives,

Ringing doleful bells.

 

It’s about the grain ship,

Trapped inside the port;

It’s about the snipers,

Ending lives for sport.

 

It’s about the falsehoods,

The half-truths and the lies;

It’s about the air raid

Of horrible surprise.

 

It’s about the bin bags,

Stuffed full of the dead;

It’s about the schoolyards,

Now bomb craters instead.

 

It’s about the statues,

Knocked down and replaced;

It’s about a heritage,

Derided and defaced.

 

It’s about a country,

With values to defend;

It’s about a people,

Resisting to the end.’

 

A critic asked the director:

‘This movie, is it any good?’

‘I think it’s disgusting,’ he replied.

‘To be honest, everybody should.’