Political Cross Examination

A visitation from the murderers.
Missive, could say, in the form of missile.
Mass killing around the prison occurs.
Civilised life, the brutalists defile.

Crime of the Saudi-led coalition,
which includes British supply of weapons,
and military ‘advice’ provision.
‘Hardly engaged’, the U.K.’s deception.

In the Yemen, the gift of death given.
Nearly a hundred detainees and staff,
With many more wounded near the prison.
Destruction of innocents in the blasts.

Elsewhere, deaths brought to child street footballers.
Our rulers war crimes truly appal us.

We know Russian soldiers in the Ukraine
have committed war crimes, looted and raped.
Their leadership allows this, with disdain.
Can think of no reason to hesitate.

We think, from distance here, they should not fight.
Should not take part in such an unjust war.
Killing for their gangster elite, not right.
Rotten regime, not country, fighting for.

But in Britain, the very same applies.
The dirty secret is Finance’s role.
Could say ‘rule’, as corrupt money decides.
Rule for, and by, the rich, primary goal.

So, not fighting for the Britain we love,
but greedy fiefdom. ‘All as one’, their bluff.

Much of the governed world, too horrible
to contemplate the rule of those ruling.
On climate change, most irresponsible.
Bully, yet with blaming victims, fooling.

Handouts to favoured cronies, and for war,
with assurance they get a laundered share.
Inequality, with many kept poor.
Unions for workers crushed, if they dare.

Public spending slashed so public squalor.
Education compromised, distorted.
For failures, blame others, blame foreigners.
Democracy itself, reason thwarted.

Racism and scapegoats fill the debate.
Thug government, too bad to contemplate.

How can this have been allowed to happen?
War on one hand, hardship on the other.
Murder of many, concerted action.
Debt and poverty, large numbers smother.

How can this have been allowed to happen?
That ignorance exceeds education.
People think clever, lies and distraction.
Means decency not in aspiration.

How can this have been allowed to happen?
Health provision that for most is threadbare.
Best treatments reserved for a small fraction,
rich enough to buy the expensive care.

Climate change denial. Hence, inaction.
How can this have been allowed to happen?

A problem with Labour, I have to say,
is that they are far too compassionate.
Even if the right-wing ones get their way,
doing good things for people, contemplate.

Like better jobs and working conditions.
I mean what would that mean for the country?
And for families, some good decisions.
More children brought up out of poverty.

That mean increase in welfare where needed.
And education really get a boost.
Plus, more good homes can afford, completed.
The poor less poor, but so what? What’s the use?

Let’s face it, they’re all serfs; just above slaves.
Labour meddles with the order we’ve made.

A poet like me will utilise rhymes.
Apply to a word initially used,
a connection. Could almost say, combines.
Same almost, but not quite right, be accused.

The man who was viewing pornography
in the chamber of the House of Commons,
said it was ‘tractor’ that he meant to see,
but then the porn showed-up with prominence.

Must have been a rhyme. One by the ‘backdoor’,
the position. Lucky not, ‘attacked her’.
Or that, ‘whacked her’. Or just as bad, ‘slapped her’.
All of these could have been ploughed with ‘tractor’.

But my theory. The Sherlock Holmes factor.
The M.P. was into seeing ‘spanked her’.

Consider yourself one of us. Part of
the furniture, establishment, country.
Consider yourself our mate. Held aloft
from all those not like us, essentially.

Consider yourself well in. Not the dosh
we have and are getting, but you can dream;
maybe, if not with immigrants awash.
We make respectable, being extreme.

And you know, money does not grow on trees.
A little dishonesty’s good for you.
Harsh punishments, but not for you or me,
as, you’ve got to pick a pocket or two.

We’ve slick slogans; the other lot harangue.
Consider yourself with us. In our gang.

“Mister Prime Minister, I’m in trouble.”
“Well, what can I say? Goodness Gracious Me.”
“Your Party in Government’s been awful,
and it has messed-up the economy.”

“Mister Prime Minister, the bills have spiked.”
“Well, what can I say? Goodness Gracious Me.”
Everything except my income’s hiked.
And it is now back to austerity.”

“Mister Prime Minister, my heart’s thudding.”
“Well, what can I say? Goodness Gracious Me.”
“Fearful, when I need help, they’ll be nothing.
And your ‘sympathy’, I think, is phony.”

“Well, what can I say? Goodness Gracious Me.
I’m in power, and you’re a nobody.”

Argumentative and controversial.
No good reason in the others’ viewpoint.
Extreme or mainstream deserve ridicule
Such stupidity bound to disappoint.

My view not based on algorhythmic filth,
or the controlling interest put out
by State and media. Systemic stealth.
Propaganda as ‘sense’ professed, no doubt,

but still pretty extreme in its purpose;
to protect the rich and the privileged.
Fascists much the same, but siphon surplus,
whilst scapegoat’s rights are more nastily breached.

So, their rotten arguments not accept.
Not let them think they’re right, as they expect.

Mars was declared to be a ‘free planet’.
That is free from rules and regulations,
by the crazily-rich, somewhat manic,
capitalist. No justifications.

He, or his rockets, have never been there,
although one he owns perhaps reach one day.
Lays claim, though, like a wild west pioneer.
A ‘gold rush’ if the occupiers say.

Exploration not for discovery,
but to profit huge from exploitation.
Then, environmental insanity.
Claimed ‘investment’ to avoid taxation.

‘Free’ for him and who gets his approval.
But need State guns for ‘aliens’ removal.