And Then You Drew a Redline Through Someone Else’s Land

 

And Then You Drew a Redline

Through Someone Else’s Land

Beyond your lavish lifestyle, where only pipedreams, of wealth are had,

Exists the peasant class, overwhelmed, with hopeless sentiments so sad!

As your nations collective inspirations expired, all good has gone askew.

Lateral and divergent thinking, have surrendered, to your point of view!

You’ve bred an indigent nation, full of mindless discontent, while it bled,

Constantly trying to blame the west, in blinding bitterness, and hatred.

The people at your disposal, strictly bound, to do exactly as they’re told,

With their political views, and actions, closely monitored, and controlled.

Living under a dome of silence, in accordance, with your rigid word of law,

As you schemed, plotted, and cast your curse, to keep the peasant’s poor.

Manipulating their thinking, and censuring everything they’d do, and say,

Dousing their thinking fires, and discarding them, when they went astray.

Undermining eastern countries, pitting Slavic nations one against another,

Conscripting kindred, into your futile wars, served up as Cannon Fodder.

But who are we, to question your power, and contempt for innocent life?

The hardship of your mandates, the tension, the discord, and the strife.

What point, that we should dictate terms, call your sins, into contempt?

For you chose a different path, far from the state of humanity, exempt.

As we were left, the acrid taste, the poison, from your chequered lines,

To bear the painful affliction, of the comrades, complicit to your crimes.

And you, and respective kin, will be ostracised, for an awfully long time!

Inside the melting pot, until you’ve learnt to follow, a friendly party line.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Nov 2022)