النكبةAl Nakba: Day 27,375 and Counting…

With client hacks,

quiet words in ears,

he loves the craic

at working lunch

with the journo sewer,

making numbers crunch,

his purging list,

is at the ready,

on power pissed

he’s biding time,

and keeping steady

the applecart,

election ready,

to be off like a fart,

the lobby’s man,

so quiet when

it suits him man,

a not so golden

silence man,

a coward beholden,

to liars man,

the fascist’s shill,

apartheid’s man,

cold eyes that chill,

triaging horror,

babies dead

in incubators,

blood is red,

but what the hell,

revenge is sweet,

while coffers swell,

hierarchy’s neat,

yes brown folk, bad,

but whit-ish, good,

more faces than

the town hall clock,

socialism banned,

and justice mocked,

more twists and turns

than a snake with an itch,

now the world burns

while he’s making his pitch.