Nobody, Likes the Pious

 

 

     Do you think Mr Cameron,

Do you really think you’re above pain?

Do you think Mr Duncan Smith,

Do you believe you’re an isolated case

     Of rage?

Do you see like I,

The Syrian Children

Sleeping between corpses

Of dad and ma,

Do you, in full

Conservative fashion,

Rebuke the cries of war?

 

Are you really sure,

This population ‘don’t’

Give a shit,

     Are you really sure,

This pain you inflict,

Be ‘just’ to a population

Kept ignorant?

 

     Your money,

The money you spent

To become a premiere

Of something you’ll never

Really own,

     Was it worth it?

Was it worth the snarling faces

Of a coffin in dress;

     Patched up

By assailants,

Where each scar was false!

 

     Your collective

Indignant remarks upon

A population feeling the worst,

      Give you your only throne,

Where feeling good

For the ignorance you

Both are,

     Makes you both;

King only of fools!

 

Michael J Waite 25th October 2014.