Sir Keir

Sir Kier.

Howling blasphemic bombs and shameful reasoning

The lands between the River and the Sea

The foul indulgent rhetorics pour fuel upon the fire

Whilst children play amongst the rubble as they must.

An ulcerated land of pain and fury

Divided by a fiction ages held

The Holy lands depicting senseless gory

As the victor holding shares in ammunition looks away.

Ancient Sumeria becoming south Assyria west side of Persia & coasting on the med

The birthplace of many myth / just north of ancient hieroglyph

A mystic land of scratch and sniff and there you’ll find gold

Well black gold if truth be told a carbon sink of what do you think

A future where we haven’t quite committed to be green enough.

The Middle East the Far East the Near East the what?

As a planet we are spinning

& can anyone be winning when the game is fucked and the rules confused.

All aims unclear as the rubble dust rises

eyes on the conflict zone revealing

scenes of humans vile intention

and all the things that we don’t wanna mention.

So hey said our correspondent, dux.

Its time to call this out.

Its time to call for PEACE

Its time to call for CEASEFIRE

Not PAUSE.

Pause is not enough we must proceed to PEACE and find a way to share the times ahead.

Without hatred without War and do it soon Sir Keir please do it.