The Truth Is Out There
by Lyndon House
They held a march the other day, about the Middle East.
They blamed Sharon and Bush and Blair, the villains of the piece.
But other people disagree, they say the faults elsewhere.
That suicidal terrorists are causing the despair.
They shout and bicker, wring their hands, and make an awful fuss.
As we read the morning's headlines of another blown up bus
How could they do it, one side cry, they'll surely go to hell.
They fight for freedom, the shrill reply, you'd do the same as well.
So back and forth the shouting goes, but the egg of truth won't hatch.
Just support one side or t'other, like some grotesque football match.
So it's demonise the Arab, or criticise the Jew.
And go on T.V. programmes, and tell them what to do.
But there's something more important now, for Bush and Blair have said.
Let's strike a blow for freedom.Let's bomb Iraq instead.
So forget the Jew and Arab, they'll keep for another day.
Let's rally to the colours, and make old Saddam pay.
Weapons of mass destruction is the mantra we all hear.
We must be strong, we must be firm. Our duty now is clear.
We may kill their sons and fathers, and their wives and daughters too.
We certainly won't mean to, but what else is there to do.
We do this thing for justice. we must be free from fear.
But revenge and justice sound the same to a diplomatic ear.
Remember the Twin Towers, they hate us all they cry.
But no one stops, and cocks an ear, and asks the question why?
It's just come on boys, let's take him out, and send his soul to hell.
And the world just stands and listens to the tolling of the bell.