Why do I get to sit by my fire While the people in the Middle East tire Of being ignored by the Western world And I’m just a girl What difference can I make I am not one to shake Out the tree Of indignity And revolutionise The way the hope dies And the children, the children, the children bleed And I know that all they need Is some warm food in their bellies No waiting til after dinner to give them jellies And there’s a protest dying Somewhere a mother is crying Over her son And I wish I could be the one To soothe the pain But the rain Doesn’t fall when you need it to We are told there’s nothing we can do As the educated eejits make bombs of war I don’t know what it’s for If not to destroy How can you teach a boy That he shouldn’t push that button red But the temptation overcomes instead Because to expand your land Is the fuel to the demand Of a heart never satisfied I don’t know but I think that the truth died
I can’t stand in complicity Then say I stand for humanity Because I give money to charity For people in foreign lands Who land has turned to sands But I cannot countenance the destruction Of a Western aided genocide And just go along for the ride That is sold to us on TV That to defend yourself is the right of the free And that terrorism Is the great schism Of our times And war crimes Can go unnoticed Because we have voted These people in And the one who win Has the right to say That it is okay To drop tonnes of dynamite On people who have no way to fight Back and protect what they own But the seeds have been sown By colonial occupation And you cannot just change the station And pretend it is not happening Whether you are left or right wing Because you are uneducated Get a phone and erase what you’ve stated And find a way to bridge the gap If you don’t know the way then find a map And don’t believe the lines of paper That would tell you you have to hate her For love to be real Is colonialism another word for steal?
The Poetry Book 