Poetry corner: Money for war

We’ll take from the children, we’ll take from the poor.
We’ll take from the disabled, the most insecure.
That pile of cash, what the hell is it for?
We’ll always find money for war.

We’ll defund health and collectors of tax.
We’ll strip arts and culture right up to the max.
When you say there’s nowt left, we’ll still come for more
Because we have to find money for war.

Desperate people, lost at sea.
We’ll say that they’re coming to steal from you and me.
We’ll take their dinghies, we’ll take their oars
Because we have to find money for wars.

We’ll strip education right back to the bone.
We’ll force council tenants out of their homes.
We’ll defund the courts and undermine laws
In our quest to find money for wars.

We’ll rejig the boundaries, cut loads of MPs.
We’ll say that it’s fairer, aids transparency.
Yet at the same time we’ll make hundreds of Lords
Who will help us find money for wars.

And we’ll slander your name should you take a stand –
Principled opposition has no place in this land –
‘You support terror, you’re Hezbollah’s whore’
If you don’t help us find money for war.

We have to bomb someone, you don’t understand.
More bombs is what’s needed in that bombed-out land.
And if we don’t do it, they’ll come here in their hordes.
Escaping our money for wars.