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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