Speculation

Speculation is the sacred hand Of cloaked aid schemes, full body bags And payouts that rain on down from distant skies Speculation is the sordid image Of mamed, starving victims buried in rubble While still they flog bombs that fall on Yemen Speculation in the saviour's image Bomb more schools, more bloodshed Speculation in the saviour's image More scorched earth, more false charity Performative theatre is the monied liberal dream Counting the dead with a twinkle in thе eye Performativе theatre is the monied liberal dream Counting the dead with a twinkle in the eye Profit in mesh and bone the deft sleight of hand Scores of hollowed bone and sinew As long as cotton grows through barbed wire Corpses filled with Western promise A fair trade done for a bludgeoned son One ward shelled, another door opens No cry for peace when crude oil seeps Through barbed wire