Mesopotamia, cradle of civilization.
A pilot surveys a shattered landscape,
A bomb dumbly drops: destruction.
Pointless relic of the fatal, futile footrace for
Global dominance, cultural hegemony,
Mastery over the fields of oil.
Will the power-lust of our leaders ever be sated
Will they squabble over the final drop?
Senseless slaughter, spinning the cogs of war.
The petals on my poppy are white
A symbol of hope still shines bright.
Look on, ye mighty and despair.
For we will not succumb to lies,
The propaganda pumped through the press.
To divide and conquer us all.
We are all one people.
Around the globe, the realisation:
We are the many and they are the few.
Without us, wheels can’t turn.
Occupation, strikes, solidarity.
To end the waste and suffering
And build a new society.