' The Web ' - Poem by Gordon Whittaker
Oh what a web of deceit
world leaders do weave.
The words they say they would
have us believe.
We know that it is so called spin,
concocted by the backroom boys within,
who are not adverse to committing sin.
WMD that was their swan song
Blair apologized this week
admitting he had got it wrong,
But why oh why did it take so long.
The politicians surely have no vision
do they not understand or realize
we all have television.
We also have ears eyes and a brain,
what a pity for the U.S and
the UK governments
One cannot say the same.
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