A Fistful of Poetry
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Any Monday, the news comes thick and grim.
The likes of you and I might flinch
At what we see and hear.
It doesn’t even register with him.
For he has acid flowing through his veins
And whilst we have thoughts and feelings
An open sewer gushes through his brains.
Every inch of flesh exposed,
Every epidemic of hate,
Every body rotting in the street
Adds to his ill-gotten gains.
He has their virtues all,
Judas, back street assassin,
Abu Graib interrogator,
Pimp, pusher, paedophile
Rolled into one
Excreted, steaming at your feet..
The artwork is by Steve Bell. I hope he doesn't mind me borrowing it for this!
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