If I was an A-rab

Would I fight for my country?
Would I fight for my home?

Is it worth all the trouble?
Would I pick up the rubble?

Would I fight for the butcher?
Would I welcome the thief?

Would I stand on the touch line
with the cheerleader-in-chief?

If I was an A-rab

Would I do what has to be done?
Would I send my wife into the street?
Would I put my child in a cell?
Would I lay down my weapons
at Caesar’s feet?

If I was an A-rab

Would I welcome the thief?
Would I fight for the butcher?

Would I stand on the touch line
with the cheerleader–in-chief?


Sarah D’s Notes in Margin:


Childe Harold claps and taps his feet
Prods F. Amiss
Still occupied with tricky biz
of rolling spliff one-handed
Ghost of Allen grins slyly
As Big Daddy Lawman emerge from background with banjos and harmonicas for: