Wednesday, 22 July 2015

A poem for Tony Blair

Mr Blair's heart is running on empty,
his soul contains no hidden depth,
he comes and go's as he pleases,
adds nothing of value,
just likes to stir and pontificate,
count his stockpiles of cash,
profits soaked in blood and tears,
basking again today in the limelight,
showering humanity with his dismal grin,
a joke that's beginning to wear very thin,
distracting us, with his vanity and deceit,
can't this man be brought to account?
for all the ruins that he created,
accept some responsibility, for all the lives he wasted ,
continues unrelentling, carries on unashamed,
telling us little things,shouting down our cries,
I have become weary and unsympathetic
of this shameless charlatan, power mad junky.

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