The evil they once did lives after them;

Once more, the monster they created, strikes.

But ever-strident hypocrites demand

that I condemn out loud those evil deeds.

They browbeat me, a great granddad who sees

fresh hell before me, each and every day,

in far-flung corners of this grieving world,

with tears that well up in my ageing eyes,

at images of newly orphaned babes,

too conscious that some poor family’s pain,

but for the grace of God could all be mine!

The po-faced posturing is de rigeur,

I see it in their searching made-up eyes,

as glancing nervously at cameras,

they bully loudly that I must condemn

the hell of which we warned, time after time.

Oh Jesus wept, the utter arrogance!

Those foul and stinking whited sepulchres,

who strut and smirk upon the screen and stage,

in hope that all the world will cheer and praise

the hollow extent of their faux outrage.

Yes, I’ll condemn them – loudly – here - in spades:

those decades worth of crimes, of blind eyes turned,

those murderous bullets, aimed at journalists,

at terrorised women, boys and little girls.

The condemnation you demand’s for show,

to salve the guilty consciences of those

whose outright lies hid heinous bloody crimes.

You’re a parliamentary foul-mouthed slanderer,

who insist that I condemn before the world,

all that which you for decades have condoned.

 

Amen to that then-I’ll condemn you all:

each bloody crime against humanity,

without exception, your atrocities.