The Opium Flows

They promised they'd stop the bombs
Promised to halt the opium flow
Men and women of our land
Risking their lives in Afghan hell

The objectives can never be met
The plan is sketchy at best
Pen pusher generals playing at war
With the lives of countless souls

But the opium continues to flow
In the veins of the desparate
In Glasgow, Leeds, and Liverpool
Eating away at the comunities souls

The bombs remain a risk to us all
Who take the plane, the train, the bus
It's time to return our people home
Save their bodies rootting in the dust

The war itself, it can never be won
Our soldiers lambs to the slaughter
Thanks to the man with the white house
Who never ever concieved of a plan

November 2006

Poetry - Miscellaneous

The auld miners toun
Barren Land
The Big Pond
Ballad of George and Tommy
Boris
Bad Poetry
Bastards
Change
Making Contact
Define You
I'm Doing Fine
Dreams
Escape
What Is Freedom
Future Imperfect
I Cried At The Gates
Homeland
Homeward Bound
Iraq
Is There Not Enough Love
Just One Day
The Lost Boy
Motherhood
Michigan
Mothers
My Name Is Julie
My To Do List Is Evil
Nearly Done
One Moment
Only One Place Is Home
The Opium Flows
Over The Sea
Paddy's Market
Silent Plea
People Who Love You
Radio
Saving Our Cans
She's Special
Spectre Of The Atom
Time
Truth
Wasted Days
Christmas In The Cold
The Years Roll On