Mr. Prime Minister,
Rushing,
Headlong,
Into the shadow of the valley of death;
Your President
Is with you,
His bombs and bullets comfort you;
His aid packages
Are furnished
In the presence of the Red Cross;
The people's heads you anoint
With dust from mis-directed missiles;
Surely goodness and mercy
Shall follow ME...
But you two buggers
Are fucked!!

Comments
Lady-Bathsheba | November 11, 2009 - 18:55
Great piece - encapsulates the point ... bluntly
C_A_JONEStechno | November 12, 2009 - 03:12
Thanx.