Cricket Chaps? Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

cannon fodder we
at the whim and the mercy
we just the rabble

who fight their dirty wars
and sacrificed in battle

while they play cricket
our children's flesh and bones lie
in yon bloody fields

unnecessary conflicts
that they have forced upon us

slaughtered for profit
and what do we get for it
nothing but contempt

austerity and the dole
low paid jobs and high taxes

we must rid ourselves
of this filthy parasite
who feeds upon us

vermin who murder our young
these masters of genocide

as long as they live
more of our loved ones will die
I say, kill them all

lords, masters and presidents
elite bankers and governments

our future, the stars
we don't need them anymore
wake to a new day