Green room

 

We are so doomed,

showing war

the green room.

Inviting it onto our shows

to talk to us like

we are buffoons.

We listen to its lies

whilst it capitalises

on the unjust pride

of right-wing loons,

whilst quietly filling

stations with its hard men goons.

 

War is the sort of guest

that always outstays

any welcome.

It fires an array

of wild-eyed opinions

and portrays them as fact.

It acts

fiercely racist, its views

obnoxious and dumb.

Clumsily trying

to entice the crowd

by acting loud,

making them numb.

It makes you oblivious

to the horror that will spill

from its mouth, spiteful and vicious.

A lie for every kill.

Spewing out

once the cameras start to run.

 

It gets its claws

into the upholstery,

talking constantly.

A barrage of white noise.

Overwhelming the host,

who soon has his mic switched off

to quieten his voice.

Any groans of unrest

from the jittery crowd,

it drowns by cracking

jokes, bravado painted loud.

Whilst the crowd are whittled down

to a few sheep that bleat along,

little realising they are singing

their own slaughter song.

 

Quickly changing

the theme tune,

it creates an atmosphere in the room.

Antagonistic and grim,

it leads with tales of doom,

whilst smiling through its crooked evil grin.

It paints for us a picture,

A future where hope starts to grow thin,

where the only option

is for the bombs

to keep dropping

and the money

to keep rolling in.

 

 

 

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