Throwing Brexit Stones
So it seems like the ‘brains’ behind the Brexit brand
were all to quick to quit this land,
Going back to the future of the 80s, man.
But those wordsmiths never had an exit plan.
It seems everyone got caught up in ‘Leave’ or ‘Remain’,
and forgot to ask, ‘Isn’t this question insane?’
Now the English are left with their miserable rain,
a self-made crisis, though little will change.
Throwing Chilcot Stones
Back then Iraq was called a ‘military intervention’,
yet no thought was given to life after ‘liberation’.
Did we really expect Iraqis to be thankful for annihilation?
And believe leaders were misled about ‘misinformation’?
Now I’m not one to say ‘I told you so’,
nor be a self-righteous sofa-sonic hero.
But Baghdad’s blood goes beyond Ground Zero,
and Bush and Blair were just Scorsese and De Niro.
Cheney, Rumsfeld and the other ‘architects’ of war,
had the blueprints mapped out long before,
Mickey Mouse stole the vote from ‘green’ Al Gore,
for lucrative arms deals behind closed doors.
Today we may joke about iron domes and drones,
a robotic future where ‘driverless tanks’ may roam,
like welcoming the Terminator into our homes,
‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone.’
Tel Aviv sofa, July 2016