Pot Shots
Courtesy of lily-livered missiles
(Tactical? Strategic? Who on Earth cares?)
Ukrainians lose the rest of their lives,
While eating lunch or dinner in their flats.
My thoughts drift to twittish highland royals,
And double-barrelled toffs who hunt for stags,
Which bleed and stagger round for days on end
Before they die in bouts of howling pain.
It is all part of a continuum:
The powered-up classes take their pot shots
At anything defenceless in their sights.
I suppose we should count ourselves lucky:
By keeping our heads down, we have escaped,
So far. But for how long? Who calls the shots?
Stephen Gospage
Tue 28th Mar 2023 08:03
Thank you, MC. Of course, I was not comparing British royalty to anyone, just pointing out (in a facile way, I suppose) that there is a continuum of cowardice between those who shoot animals for fun and those who fire missiles at civilians. In both cases, it is power exercised from a safe distance and targeting the defenceless.
Thanks to Steve and Stephen A for liking.