A poem by Mhara Costello
Just a Word
'Terrorist' is just a word, one I wish I'd never heard
When it's used to vilify, without the need to question why
Only fools would swift condemn, that which has not befallen them
Until you know what lies behind, the actions of a tortured mind
Thank your God for sparing you, the suffering others have lived through
Where are the cries of just demand, for Arabs driven from their land?
Blame the victim, turn the cheek, praise the bully, kick the weak!
Mock the man who truth does speak
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy, greed, corruption, torture, lies!
Blair invasion, sly persuasion, annihilation, massacred nation
Keep on running, karma's coming!
Money talks, truth walks, oil spills, greed kills
Tide is turning, London's burning!
Bombs will fall and blood will flow, as sure as my own name I know
Until corrupt dictators go, brutal, rotten, to the core
Their day has come, they rule no more
Show me the man who will not fight, to save his child, his home, his right!
You can call him what you like, you're not in his sorry plight
Cowards stay and Martyrs go, I know not where, but this I know
Speak your truth and stand your ground, fight your corner
When all around, point the finger, purse the lips, pin the label, 'Terrorist'!
Just a word, but one that sticks, even when the cap don't fit
But for the grace of God go I, remember that, before you cry
False accusation, names of shame, at those who may not be to blame,
Their crime, refused to play the game, of meek acceptance, dumbing down,
Your life, your choice; Warrior / Clown
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