Poor baby

WAR is raw
It’s profit based
Rich sods
The gods of now
She is breathing
She is still alive
But one might now ask how?

A baby doesn’t know she is Syrian
Just that she is a soul
Lying in a rubbish heap
Flies feeding
As its their role

Crumpled and dishevelled
The guilt is far away
No one cares for other people’s children
And they say
Its worth it
To get Assad
And Saddam And whoever
And children pay and probably
Will now and forever

Arrogant fucking politicians
On enormous pay
Whose hearts are thick with cholesterol
And their brains have rotted away
They are purely fucking robots
With skin around the steel
Arses oles who need shooting
And that is how I feel