Was it You

Was it You

As you turn your ledger’s leaves

Was it you?

“Hullo, Christy Clark! With your attitude so gay

And your pen behind your ear;

Will you mark my cheque in the usual way?

For I’m a pensioner and overdrawn, I fear.”

Then you look at me in a manner bland,

And you hand it back with a soft white hand,

And the air of someone who grieves….

“ Was it you, Stephen Harper, was it you I saw

(And I think I see you yet)

With a live bomb gripped in your grimy paw

And your face to the parapet?

With your lips a snarl and your eyes gone mad

With a fury that thrilled you through….

Oh, I look at you now and I think, my lad,

Was it you, Stephen Harper, was it you?”

Hullo, Stephen, with your well-fed look

And your coat of a dapper sir,

Will you recommend me a decent book

With all reasons for War in it?”

Then you smile as you polish a finger nail,

And your eyes serenely roam,

And you suavely hand me a thrilling tale

By a man who stayed at home.

“ Was it you, mister Harper, was it you I saw

In the battle’s storm and stench,

With a roar of rage and a wound red-raw

Leap into the reeking trench?

As you stood like a fiend on the firing-shelf

And you stabbed and hacked and slew….

Oh, I look at you and I ask myself

Then was it you, Barak Obama, was it you?”

“Hullo, Mr Haarper, with your made up cheek

And your tummy’s rounded swell,

Your gardens looking jolly chic

And your kiddies awf’ly well.”

Then you beam at me in your cheery way

How will you swing that taxation-plan;

And you mop your brow and you blithely say;

“What about golf, old man?”

Was it you, David Cameron, was it you I saw

Like a bull-dog stick to your gun,

A cursing devil of fang and claw

When the rest were on the run?

Your eyes aflame with the battle-hate….

As you sit in the family pew,

And I see you rising to pass the plate,

 I ask: David Camearon, was it you?”

“Was it me and you? Was it you and me?

(is that grammar, or is i not?)

Who grovelled in filth and misery,

Who gloried and groused and fought?

Which is wrong and which is the right?

Which is the false and the true?

The man of peace or the man of fight?