Always and ever war
Settle scores
Make some more
Proper telly
All the poor are getting restless
Now the curtain of illusion
Hangs upon its loosened threads
Fill their hunger in the belly
With a loaf of fear to quell it
And replenish the confusion
In their angry little heads
For the appetite of mongers swells
In need of ever moar
And the teat is dry and sore
Hear them roar
Mission creeping up all shores
Smoke and mirror seeping
Through unguarded doors
In the discourse
In the bourse
In the Law
Kicking up a storm
Force
Lost cause
Cost assured
Giving welly to triumphalism
Funding fundamentalism
Doffing caps to despotism
Home and abroad
Funny,
What you can afford…
juxtaposed 
Reblogged this on jaynelinney and commented:
Seemingly I’m not alone in being against the air strikes and @juxtaposed sums my feelings up here. My Thanks Juli xx
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