A Vilanelle for the British Nation

With a reflection on the contribution of Anthony Charles Lynton Blair

We are the cowards who have cut and run

And left the ruins that remain.

We won’t admit the damage we have done.

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Did we believe this outing would be fun?

The coffins came back, man by man.

We are the cowards who have cut and run.

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And bodies lay and rotted in the sun.

What did we think we could attain ?

We won’t admit the damage we have done.

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Statements and dossiers: fears and lies were spun.

Trust, squandered, does not come again.

We are the cowards who have cut and run.

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Law we despised. Instead, we chose the gun,

And though the consequence is plain,

We won’t admit the damage we have done.

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And now we gobble up Blair’s blood-stained bung:

His subtle slick legerdemain.

We are the cowards who have cut and run.

We won’t admit the damage we have done.

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