Heaven can see what you’ve refused

to say, to do, through cowardice.

“Let the dead tend to themselves”, they say,

but what say you of innocent babes

who’re slaughtered daily as we speak?

Naught: to Zion you’re beholden.

You live, but silent as the grave

remain: complicit in their pain.

You strut and pose upon a stage

That’s built of blood and sweat and tears,

by our nation over countless years.

But that war has never been “forgotten”,

the memory of the brave, the fallen,

never left our hearts nor hearths:

those sons and daughters, fatherless,

know well the cost and bear the grief.

I refuse to be gaslit by your bling and bull:

a distraction from more present wrongs:

you spoke out in defence of a fascist state,

whilst your plastic patriots brewed their hate:

“Defender of the Faiths”, you once said,

but Islamophobia rules the waves.

Now bloody war criminals waive the rules,

and babes are consigned to a living hell.