A poem about our discontents

WHO KILLED COCK ROBIN?
The Death and Burial of Justice and Truth – by Richard Neville (from www.richardneville.com)

Who killed Justice and Truth?
“I did”, said Bush,
“With a kick and a push,
I killed Justice and Truth”.

How did they die?
“Slow”, said the press,
“In a state of distress”.
We saw them die.

Who drank the blood?
I, said Ms Rice,
Shaken with ice,
I drank the blood.

Who ate the hearts?
I, said the Neocon
With the aid of the Pentagon,
I ate the hearts.

Who broke their spirits?
Us, said the guards of Guantanamo,
Blow after blow after blow,
We broke their spirits.

Who stole their souls?
Me, said the Patriot Act,
In a sneak attack,
I stole their souls.

Who made the shroud?
I, said Karl Rove,
Of lies it was wove,
I made the shroud.

Who dug the graves?
We did, said Exxon
And paid for the headstone,
We dug the graves.

Who mourns their loss?
All the soldiers misled,
The maimed and the dead,
We mourn their loss.

Who’ll carry the coffins?
Cheney and Rummy:
“We think its funny,
We’ll carry the coffins”.

Who’ll be the clerk?
I will, said Blair
To pretend that I care,
I’ll be the clerk.

Who gains from their loss?
I, said John Howard,
His mandate empowered,
I gain from their loss.

Who’ll bear the pall?
Us, cried the CIA,
Good riddance! Okay?
We’ll bear the pall.

Who’ll sing the psalm?
I will, said Rupert,
Loud from the pulpit,
I’ll sing the psalm.

Who tolls the bell?
Those who are warning
Of a darkness that’s dawning,
You toll the bell.

All the Free Spirits of the World
Fell a-sobbing on the ground
When they heard Truth and Justice
Were nowhere to be found.