WHEN IT SUITS

You choose the bits that fit into your own corrupt agenda
Ignore those facts that contradict your blinkered propaganda
You don’t know the truth or what it constitutes
Everything is always when it suits

You attack a man and say his clothes show disrespect
In the presence of the White House, they’re not what you’d expect
But not so your rich buddy, with whom you’re in cahoots
Everything is always when it suits

He’s a chap with a baseball cap, a tee shirt and some shades
But you don’t mind because of all the billions he’s made
Just ignore that chainsaw and those dubious salutes
Everything is always when it suits

Surround yourself with lap dogs and yes men sycophants
Saying you have all the cards to deal peace a chance
Yet all your cards are marked to favour your disputes
Everything is always when it suits

You wildly claim that Volodymyr is Ukranian dictator
When it’s your mate Vladimir who’s that manipulator
We all know just whose side you’re on and how it all computes
Everything is always when it suits

Paul Cookson
Poem 1720
Sunday 2nd March 2025