As Chilcot adds insult
to injury and death
As words and selfish pride
spin a web of Truth denied
unscathed men of power
Poppy-wreathed they hide
and still deny they lied
 
Our duty to the living
transcends our debt to death
Deceit dishonours lives
sacrificed to lies
To the call for common cause
unsolaced grief replies
only Justice unifies
 
Truth and Justice march in time
not pipes and bands and boots
The people’s poppies long for peace
that sales of arms surcease
we profit from the trade in death
hypocrisy our sole release
from heart and soul’s unease
 
So move us with your marching bands
salute without ironic pause
our ill-named ‘glorious’ dead
But the blood of lies is just as red
remembrance deeply stained
by pious words thoughtless read
that celebrate not love of life but
something deep and dark instead