Why Poem by Vision Ghost

Have we never learned, from history we remember?
Was it not enough, after ethnic cleansings endeavour?
Just how much more are we suppose, to take onboard?
Politicians numb, to suffering in the name of the lord

I walked through a city in ruins, and I wondered how?
How were we ever granted this gift, only to bestow?
The killing of innocent children, and women, and men
How did we ever get to this stage, of warfare so open?

For the eyes of the world to see, and yet we stand idle
So helpless knowing that we voted the party; our idol
Instead we make our fake banners, and march on before
Find me one damn peace protest that ever stopped, a war

Useless are meek, mild words when their families die
“And make no mistake they will die” that’s not a lie
And even when the fighting’s done, what is ever left
Broken homes and shattered souls, families so bereft

How would you like it to be, the father who one day
Walked to your daughters’ school, hoping to get away
To find her broken body, buried half down in the rubble
Only recognisable features, where her eyes discernable

Those eyes you saw on the day, of her birth now closed
Or the body of your wife, twenty years after you proposed
Or to be rushing to hospital, with your bleeding little boy
Who picked up a missile, innocently thinking it was a toy

Who screams in pain, because your hospital can’t afford
To find proper medication, now isn’t this striking a chord?
We wonder why we’ve terrorists, I can’t tell the difference
All because the politicians decided, to go on the offence

It’s just too much for me to fathom, how a human does this
To another nation of human beings, to deprive them of bliss
You seem to know not of their suffering, when you hide
Behind your military and religious values, set to one side

Maybe I should join the British Red Cross, and go to hell
To be kidnapped by those who mistake me, for the infidel
My execution forever immortalised, on gore sites for all
How can a politician smile, and sleep knowing this ghoul?

Just like the IRA once did; who lost the sight of the cause
Well I’m not deaf; I don’t hear any such rapturous applause
When you told us all, you were meant to be the liberators
Wish I could go to Iraq and say; I am sorry for the murderers

But no use can be gained until morality, is changed forever
And ingrained as is always, the way of social decree to sever
Any chance we ever have, for some sort of peace resolution
In our own people who let us down, with racial devastation

Who cares a damn if she always wants, to wear a dark vale?
How can politicians ask this, when death looms on such scale?
Why do we have these damn people, in power anyway to rule?
Are we so disorganised and hopeless; we forever act the fool?

And how scarred we have left their country, and way of life
With the cancer and disease from the DU weaponry, of strife
Children born now, deformed with no chance of any reprieve
Just what the hell did they do, to deserve such ruthless cruelties?

One question that no politician, will have the straight answer
Behind all the constant lies, half truths and mocking banter
Selected bulletins and censored reports, from the news at sky
Is the very simple unanswered, sidestepped question, of why?