To T.B (Inspired By Real Socialists) Poem by DM W

O you may have the medals, but you command no respect.
You may have the fancy sound bites, but your words are hollow.
I see that you are still receiving red carpet treatment;
Courtesy of the barmy BBC; which we still pay for
By the way. How's that for democracy? Where is our voice?
People may still not see through your fake Cheshire Cat grin.
You may be courted by sickly establishment elites,
But in my eyes, you'll always be a lousy war criminal!