FIRST LET IT BE HUMAN
It lurches past your door,
bearing dried bloodstains from centuries
before
but with fresh bloodstained teeth
showing that its biting hasn’t
ceased,
it scavengers the battlefields
of another where it kneels
before the stars and stripes,
its policies to shield,
now, hear its pitiful cries for human
rights
when it denied a neigbour such
and caused a thirty-year
fight,
it asks to be excused its duty
to the EU
on that matter
whilst joining the queue
to put Syria’s head on a
platter,
most of the world needs more
human and civil
rights,
as the people of many nations
cite
but it must come from the lamb
that has been damned
when oppression is rife
and not from those who hold
the butcher’s knife.
Wilson John Haire
