Watch our politicians wear
the blood-red poppy ‘pon their breast
for Armistice,
when armistice
means ceasefire…
They’ll stand in shallow silence,
callous hearts within their chests,
for Armistice,
when armistice
means ceasefire…
For the dead of conflicts ended
long ago before their birth
they’ll say “Armistice!”,
when armistice
means ceasefire…
Ain’t it easy to, for children
long returned unto the earth,
say “Armistice!”,
when armistice
means ceasefire…
So, in that two-minute silence
when they take their easy stand
for Armistice
(When armistice
means ceasefire…),
see the Palestin’yun people
smeared as blood upon their hands –
they’re not for Armistice
‘cos they’re not
for ceasefire!
Image credit – Baldwin
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