Chillingly Chilcot. 1.2.2010.
The immaculate suit, the manicured nails,
So well turned out that day,
Was he Apprehensive? Assured? Or nervous for once?
As we listened to what Blair had to say.
“You’re a liar and a murderer,” they screamed,
The crowds that gathered in the street,
But the man that they were shouting at,
‘Twas through the back door he had sneaked!
As he sat before the panel there
To ‘put the record straight’,
For the truth of those forty-five minutes,
We all, with baited breath, did wait.
The voice trotted out those words once again
That we had heard before,
That ‘all was changed after nine eleven’,
And needed ‘action’ in Iraq, once more.
But WE knew without doubt that 9/11
Had nothing to do with Saddam,
Saddam’s ‘terrorism’ was metered out to ‘his own’,
It was Blair that would forever be dammed.
An evil man was Saddam Hussein,
Though right then he had no W.M.D.
How could he show something that was no more?
For there was nothing “there”, to SEE.
Blair proudly proclaimed he had done the right thing,
And would do it again if need be.
It was a decision that HE had to make,
And ‘not encouraged by Bush’, said he.
Inside that room with dignity they sat,
With deep emotion and tears in their eyes,
Hands tightly clasped with sorrow at their loss
As they listened to Blair’s reasoning why.
Many were the questions that were never asked
By those on the panel that day,
Delusions of a man who creates his own truths,
He will even pay the terrible price, his own way.
Anne
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