do ya sleep at night
after ya shock and awe
bombing the shit out of Iraq?
Do ya smirk at memories
of seducing British Blair
with honeyed words and buttering up
to someone eager to be bought off,
not with dollars,
but with delusions of grandeur,
pats on the back from “the most powerful man on earth”?
Did you grin behind your hand as you
cast Blair aside once he’d served his purpose
of somehow legitimising your illegal war on an advanced country
now reduced to chaos and sectarian slaughter?
And hey! I read that ya’ll are painting:
do you create on your canvas
the shattered bodies
of tens of thousands of Iraqis/Syrians/Libyans/Egyptians/
Tunisians/Qataris/US soldiers/British soldiers,
the body parts left by car bombs,
the dead and injured in Britain’s bombings
ten years ago?
Because when you opened Pandora’s box
you released the Dogs of War.
So paint those Dogs of War onto your canvas,
And when you sleep at night,
I hope you are plagued by
nightmares of lost, broken lives,
of slaughtered women, men, children, parents,
sisters, brothers, cousins,
whose blood is drenching you
from head to feet.
And know that you are no more, no less
a common or garden war criminal.