`The Counting House.`

The MP sat in his Mansion House
Counting his expenses
The soldier lay in Helmand Province
Hot thirsty and Apprehensive

The MP clicked his fingers
Shouted for a whisky
The soldier took a sip a water
To celebrate his 18th birthday

The MP ordered caviar with
Bordeaux, a 1787 Chateau Lafite,
The soldiers sweat dropped of his brow
Whilst he swallowed his own spit

The MP s servant lit his Premium Cuban cigar
Handing him a defence white paper
The soldier checked his rifle again
Whilst smelling RPG vapour

The MP said “Not now”
Tossing it to the floor
The soldier cocked his rifle
It was time to go to War

The MP dozed of in his chair
As his trousers buttons popped
The soldier was ordered to advance
Taliban must be stopped

The MP dropped his whisky glass
Malt seeping in to the carpet
The soldier was killed instantly
Blown into pieces of human scarlet.

 

© Tony McNally

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The greed of our politicians.

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