No Gainful Loss In War Except the Feeding of the Purse

 

Yeah, I sit at home all day,

Crippled within my infancy

Now living disability,

     But I still afford a luxury

When the bills are paid!

 

I’m busy watching the world

Tut its head at the current

Refugee crisis,

     And we’re all sat at home

Within the West reaching for

Our purse,

     And I give occasionally

Despite the onlooker claiming

I just don’t give a damn,

But, (and this is to the man);

     How can we have faith,

How can we have faith

When twenty-ten took

Three hundred thousand lives,

Three hundred thousand lives

Still growing every day,

Every day the rape machine

Stalks the poorest casualties,

Still living in disease,

  

     When’s the World to gain a win?

When’s the World

That thrusts the new found

Victims that never gain relief,

     Going to apprehend its fallacy,

That Governments do care.

 

Twenty-ten saw thousands

Crushed of blood and bone,

     And I’m sat within my home

Sick of reaching for the pounds

That never eases guilt,–

Guilt that can never

Reconcile or realize the truth,

The truth that war is now a money maker,

     And while the guns and ammunition

Flow like salt upon a wound,

There are children in Haiti –

Born from rage and anger

Who’ll live their lives

Within a danger zone,

     While the World sits idly

On its hands,

 

     And I try,

Try to find the meaning

But none beckons reward,

And I’m tired of all the warfare,

Tired of seeing fresh faced

Children who only know of death,

Because what seems the basis

Of all our instinctive forms

Of wisdom,

     Is our leaders;

Keen protracting concern

To an ever concerning public;

Don’t give a shit within ineptness,

Unless the warfare and disaster,

Takes their own their kith and kin

Of whom live amongst the wealthiest

Of sprawls,

 

     In Haiti,

The child wants to crawl

Back within the womb

While the mum runs

For the hills wearing

The little that she owns,

     And we’re all tutting

At the new disease and reaching

For our purse,

     And I guess,

I guess

The World leaders

Have no real understanding;

Of catastrophe and hurt.

 

 

Michael J Waite 2^nd February 2013.