Blood in our hands
By Robert Kingston
They stirred the hornets’ nest in
And many places since time begun.
They stirred the hornets’ nest in
Just when images to me stung.
They stirred the hornets’ nest again in
And removed the tyrant Hussain
They stirred the hornets’ nest in
And left the people there to roam again
They stirred the hornets’ nest in
Taking out the man Gaddafi
They stirred the Hornets’ nest in
And now the world’s gone batty.
The moral of this story
Is becoming clear to sing
If leaders keep stirring hornets nests
One day they are going to sting
So hence a message to voters wide and far
Take care to whom you place your vote
For when you finally realise
It’s you who fuels their choke…
Copyright Robert Kingsto
Well, this one has a sting in its tail, thereby hangs a tail. I found it a veritable history lesson. One to which I can refer when I forget a conflict I now know where to find it! Thanks to Rob...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem very much. Wars and conflicts are a tragic waste of lives.
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What a mess the world is in. Any sign of vulnerability, the tyrants step in and the poor suffer.
ReplyDeleteSurely, we can't just stand by and do nothing. Even if it backfires, it's a sign that we care.
We are but mushrooms, kept in the dark and fed shite. I can't imagine my political satire will worry the global Grand Acquisitors and I am no Spartacus. How low can mankind go?
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