Greed Doesn’t Know What The Meaning Of Peace Is

Sweet and innocent eyes
Lie still beneath night skies
A select few make
as children quake
Cos over life revenue overrides

As virtue turns to rags
Fire bombs fill body bags
Bereft of breath
with no life left
While the suits salute false flags

Echoes of why and what for
Form retorts to a world full of war
Blood soaked hands
send final demands
From a million miles offshore

Where puppetry meets pantomime
Where pounds kill pence and a dollar kills a dime
The young and the old
the clothed and unclothed
are innocent victims of war crime

Sons and daughters blown to pieces
Aunties and uncles nephews and nieces
But still the tills ring
cos cash is king
When greed doesn’t know what the meaning of peace is

© JB Barrington 2014 twitter:


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Polyp Cartoon - Arms Trade

About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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