Oil Poem by shea stagg

The sergeant major confidently said
“The enemy shall suffer many dead! ”
To Basra and Afghanistan we had to go
And end up getting shot and fall like snow.
Sons and daughters cut down in their prime
Whilst politicians guilty of this crime
False morn and solemnly shake their heads
Whilst we carry on Piling up their dead!

Blair and Bush we do not hear today.
Oil companies made them do it for their pay.
Terrorism was just the excuse
So hell the both of them could open and let loose.
Scything youth in one long sweeping blade
But remember “All crimes are paid! ”