Syrian debate
By Robert
Kingston
My ear to the chamber, as a quiet death knell rings out
Questions on sanity, as our past actions come about
Challenging times, a bequeath of Blair
Our parliamentary representatives. Their heads in a snare.
They line up on benches, each one with a view
Thoughts on scenes of anarchy, a creation that's not new
they ponder the outcome, of a new war in the Middle East
to battle a group of fundamentalists, who are more akin to beasts
Meanwhile, in America, they are reaping what's been sown
Seeds of hatred have festered, are finding their way home
A sleeper cell in the state of California, has risen with a cowardly fight
Their quest accomplished, so many lives they did blight
We hear of our leader's tough words as if they themselves are going to fight
In reality, they'll watch from afar, as the whole world ignites
The rhetoric is broad, the media spread it far
This fight is not about integration, it's all about money, oil, property and a big flash car!
They say, we have to stop this movement, yet their ideas are from the past
This cycle of intervention, provides no confidence that lasts
Too many soldiers in body bags, too many civilians left in despair
These damn warmongering politicians, too greedy to care.
My ear to the chamber, as a quiet death knell rings out
Questions on sanity, as our past actions come about
Challenging times, a bequeath of Blair
Our parliamentary representatives. Their heads in a snare.
They line up on benches, each one with a view
Thoughts on scenes of anarchy, a creation that's not new
they ponder the outcome, of a new war in the Middle East
to battle a group of fundamentalists, who are more akin to beasts
Meanwhile, in America, they are reaping what's been sown
Seeds of hatred have festered, are finding their way home
A sleeper cell in the state of California, has risen with a cowardly fight
Their quest accomplished, so many lives they did blight
We hear of our leader's tough words as if they themselves are going to fight
In reality, they'll watch from afar, as the whole world ignites
The rhetoric is broad, the media spread it far
This fight is not about integration, it's all about money, oil, property and a big flash car!
They say, we have to stop this movement, yet their ideas are from the past
This cycle of intervention, provides no confidence that lasts
Too many soldiers in body bags, too many civilians left in despair
These damn warmongering politicians, too greedy to care.
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Robert Kingston 4.12.15
Excellent - good rhyme, rhythm and sentiments.
ReplyDeleteYes Rob, I share your views. Unfortunately this globe is controlled by the "Grand Acquisitors", we are but political fodder.Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteSadly, so true.
ReplyDeleteVery good poem.
Shelley.