Pulling Plums for the Picking – a poem

Pulling Plums for the Picking

 

Out in Libya, Sudan and Yemen

They’re eating their Christmas pie.

In Syria, Afghanistan and Iraq

We’re all questioning why.

They put in their thumb

For the pickings are plum

Selling their guns, their missiles and bombs

Doing their sums

And saying what a good boy am I.

 

Make us all numb

As you stick in your thumb

And make

The whole world cry.

 

So put in a bomb

And pull out a plum

And say

What a good boy am I.

 

Never

No never

No no never ever

Never ever question why.

 

Opher 21.4.2019

 

 

The Middle East and Africa is aflame. Militant jihadists, kidnaps, beheadings, bombs, guns and missiles. A terrified population fleeing, cities in ruins and armed militia roaming the streets.

It’s just how they like it.

Plenty money to be made.

Supply both sides with weapons.

Send your contractors in to build up the ruins.

Put your puppets in control and bribe them to deliver.

They put in a bomb and pull out a plum

And say what a good boy am I.

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