When Bombs Again Rain


When bombs again rain on children’s heads,
And the exiled are not trusted,
British hearts will turn to dread,
The White Queen’s flush is busted.

The driven, riven in glory’s gain,
Are maddened to extinction,
Bringing forth the infants pain,
With righteous vile conviction.

Playbox kids vids kill,
With indifferent discrimination,
And young blood in the Tigris spilled,
Speaks Death to all our Nations.

Tim Gray

Art: Mike Lesser

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