With veiled hypocrisy, our cries
For Syria’s agony disguise
A national interest, which demands
Licence to plunder and to stand
In judgement, as we seek the prize.
Our history falsely justifies
Superior worth, which testifies
That all should bow, as we command
With veiled hypocrisy.
By politics we legalise
Our case to feed the screaming skies,
The killing-fields and smoking sands.
Whilst tearfully wringing bloodstained hands
We pontify and moralize
With veiled hypocrisy
Check out his poetry book – Shorts and Shots