The Big Picture

Billy wears his hate like a hat, 
a scrote in a coat with a Union Jack
of no trade and a master in one,
he’d shoot all “they bastards”,
if he only had a gun. 

Musa walks while he talks,
on a cheap, little phone:
speaks to his mother back in Sierra Leone,
says he’d leave here tomorrow,
and take his chances at home.

And neither one sees any picture at all,
much less a big one, so they take the fall
for the crime of the century,
the world’s biggest flim-flam,
that turns the poor and the hungry
against his fellow man. 

Audio here: In Jockinese, I'm afraid, to go with the Glesgae photo
https://soundcloud.com/user-224867227/the-big-picture