In the ticket hall at Leytonstone station
A knife’s drawn for Cameron and Benn.
“This is for Syria” the knifeman is shouting –
After they’ve voted for war without end.
“This is for Syria,” he shouts as he stabs,
Seizing on innocent passengers.
One falls to the ground screaming in pain;
The knifeman goes for more travelers.
A knife’s drawn for Cameron and Benn.
“This is for Syria” the knifeman is shouting –
After they’ve voted for war without end.
“This is for Syria,” he shouts as he stabs,
Seizing on innocent passengers.
One falls to the ground screaming in pain;
The knifeman goes for more travelers.
One passenger bravely tries interposing himself
Between the knifeman and his victim,
Only to receive a dangerous slash in the neck.
No one else tries again to intervene.
Instead the commuters make their escape,
Save for one who films the drama
With a jerky mobile phone held at an angle –
He captures the whole panorama.
“This is for Syria.” The knifeman scans the hall
For any other victims he might have
Until a challenging voice stops him in his tracks
Proclaiming, “You ain’t no Moslem, bruv.”
The police arrive. He’s tasered and overcome
Then flung into a local police cell.
As the wounded are carried away on stretchers
Typhoon jets turn Syria into hell.
The bombing raids have been ordered by Parliament.
Both Cameron and Benn have been instrumental
In pleading for more bombs in a delusional “just war”
While the knifeman is judged to have been “mental.”
Both Cameron and Benn voted for the Iraq war –
War can give small men a sense of importance –
A million died for the sake of creating a failed state,
Still bearing a justified sense of grievance.
Like pack animals, Cameron and Benn join forces
To give their approval to multiple raids –
Syrian raids that have so far caused 733 civilian deaths
In families with a memory they’ll see never fades.
Every session of Parliament begins with a Christian prayer,
Even those where war’s voted for instead of love,
But how good if a voice in the Chamber had shouted,
“You ain’t no Christians, Bruv.”
Between the knifeman and his victim,
Only to receive a dangerous slash in the neck.
No one else tries again to intervene.
Instead the commuters make their escape,
Save for one who films the drama
With a jerky mobile phone held at an angle –
He captures the whole panorama.
“This is for Syria.” The knifeman scans the hall
For any other victims he might have
Until a challenging voice stops him in his tracks
Proclaiming, “You ain’t no Moslem, bruv.”
The police arrive. He’s tasered and overcome
Then flung into a local police cell.
As the wounded are carried away on stretchers
Typhoon jets turn Syria into hell.
The bombing raids have been ordered by Parliament.
Both Cameron and Benn have been instrumental
In pleading for more bombs in a delusional “just war”
While the knifeman is judged to have been “mental.”
Both Cameron and Benn voted for the Iraq war –
War can give small men a sense of importance –
A million died for the sake of creating a failed state,
Still bearing a justified sense of grievance.
Like pack animals, Cameron and Benn join forces
To give their approval to multiple raids –
Syrian raids that have so far caused 733 civilian deaths
In families with a memory they’ll see never fades.
Every session of Parliament begins with a Christian prayer,
Even those where war’s voted for instead of love,
But how good if a voice in the Chamber had shouted,
“You ain’t no Christians, Bruv.”
