3179 Poem by Marcus Czarnecki

THREE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE

Is Cheap!
If you're talking about dollars or pounds
Cheaper!
If you're talking about lire or yen
Cheaper still
If you're a president talking of ammunition rounds
And Dirt-cheap
If you're Blair or Bush sniggering and giggling
About the precious lives of wasted men.

Yet - Three Thousand One hundred and Seventy Nine
Funerals
A terrible cost
So many big numerals
Prefixed with a dollar's fetid sign.

Enough to make Blair and cronies sigh
Shake their heads with retarded smiles
Weeping not for the funerals
But lamenting at the size of the big numerals
Blushing at the amount of pennies and cents.

So much for common sense.

The cost of digging
Three Thousand One hundred and Seventy Nine holes in the earth
Is fifteen point nine million dollars

And no one holler's
No one bothers,

Cos' the cost to the nation
Is the skimping on war pensions
Of its widows and brides
Its Children lives assayed in her lost pride,
Over Fathers and Husbands tears are cried
And oil rich leaders make no effort to hide
Their glutton rich bellies for which so many have died.

Current world leaders
Mindless and Spineless
Chilling and cold

The first priority of all leaders
Is to build a world where mothers are happy
For where mothers are happy
Everything grows

‘There is nothing more unfortunate or terrifying than a nation being led along by foolish leaders'.
High-grade insanity
Camouflaged by titles and honour, medals and degrees
Heaven help us all.

3179 American personnel 126 British Personnel 121 Others KIA At 11/12/06