Palestine

The Workers Party feels to me
The only place my vote can be
The governing tribe and the Labour mob
Their ugly words have made me sob
My heart out people all they say
These friends of Israel pale and grey
Murdering scumbags loaded fast
With weaponry flags at half mast
Child angels starving in the sand
Nothing to eat nor understand
Fire and brimstone everywhere
Loving mothers face despair
Children burning under tents
None of this makes any sense
The earth embittered with angelic doom
Under every footprint there’s a tomb
Rubble and vile desecration
Of a truly ancient Nation