Dealers In Broken Arms. Poem by Chris Lane

Dealers in broken arms
laughing all the way to the Bank
even though it is Saturday, it didn't matter,
for them the Bank was open - anytime.

Celebrating, the arms dealers are -
having just sold untold amounts of weapons
to That Struggling Nation, its people in turmoil
Were A Puppet Dictator sits pretty.

The arms dealers are laughing all right
as they deposit the latest installment
and watch live on TV.
That Struggling Nation viciously ripped apart
Whilst A Puppet Dictator spoke endearingly.

© Calac