Little Joke Of Shame Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

A! See,
Long John Silver came to me,
yesterday.

With his wooden leg matching my floor,
but when I spoke,
he said: 'No more'.

A! Hear,
Long John Silver passed through here,
for me.

'There are times, you ought to seek the truth',
for what he said,
he had no proof.

Oh! Dear,
Long John Silver brought more fear,
to me...

‘Where were you?
Where were you?
Where were you
when they were bombing us?
Where were you
when they were killing us?
Where were you?
In Iraq?
In Chechnya?
In Rwanda?
Where were you?
Where? ’

What to do and where to seek?
Am I worth,
of what you speak?

Yes it's true,
Long John Silver took me to
his gold.

Hey! You. Yeah, you.
Long John Silver will find you too,
one sunny day.