Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Verdict

Wanna buy some guns Mr Hoosane?
Guilty by Association

Charged with crimes against insanity
Sentenced to live on a plateau of mediocrity
Words fall blindly from his quaking lips
Or scatter wildly from his fingertips

A cell to sell on the open market
The meanings well in writhing carpet
Facts and figures here in concrete
Contracts signed in ink indiscrete

Lies and allegations based on lies and allegations
Murderers freed by legal negotiations
Money changes hands and lives and destinies
Of cultures and countries with bullshit remedies

The man in the iron lung breaths a sigh of relief
When the power is disrupted by political brief
Rises from his half-life, his mind in tatters
Heads for the hills where all that matters

Is the taste of raw tarmac in the back of his throat
Is the sound of the drawbridge being raised over the moat
The sight of his body unhindered by science
And the feeling of leaving it all behind in defiance

Don’t prick me, don’t prod me, don’t cure me of rage
My weapon, my warning, my turning the page
From ignorance blissful, from head in the sand
From fences to sit on, from throwing in my hand

The cards are all marked with numbers and signs
Marked with cash totals to be made by designs
On those who are not even permitted to eat
At this banquet of corrupted and ill-gotten meat

So the verdict handed down is hardly a surprise
When the judge and the jury are those in disguise
Who set up the table who financed the game
For one man’s atrocities are another man’s gain

6 comments:

Chandira said...

Yeah, who has gained from Iraq? it's a question well worth asking.

I found a thing on the BBC this morning, that 12 billion dollars in cash had been flown to Iraq in airplanes, to help rebuild, supposedly, and it has gone missing. How do you loose 12 billion, 6 plane loads of cash??

And the man in charge didn't even think it was important. Another paperless papertrail this time worth 12 billion.

RC said...

very interesting.

i think this is very well written.

flyingrodent said...

At last, good noose from Iraq!

Wonk wonk

Anonymous said...

An aspect I have long observed is the strange way once poetry is created and released poems once released gain a life of their own and begin to develop in ways you did not first percieve.
I mention this because on reading this piee i am struck how it applies to my own situation as well (contracts betrayed in ink, money changed hands for my soul it seems). I enjoyed this piece as usual.

Anonymous said...

piece I mean there.

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