If Only

The bombs that never went boom

The aeroplanes that couldn't fly

The bullets that refuse to fire

Because no one wanted to die

The war ghouls of landed gentry

The politicians from Harrow and Eton

They decry the notion of peace

Their blood lust will never be beaten

The Arms manufacturers are sweating

In case the sweet smell of death takes a dive

Their profits mean more than life itself

And their euphoria glows brighter if no one survives

There's talk of a new national service

The lords snort like pigs in a trough

We have too many working class they cry

So a cull would be plenty enough

So cheer on those who refust to comply

Tell the lords and aristocrats to get off the benches

Let them boast of their fake bravery and honour

As they weep and shit themselves in the trenches

(c)JMN2024