The embodiment of global Britain,
Thirty billion pounds worth, obselete
Before it sails single nautical mile,
Soon to plough through waves off coast of China,
Loaded to gunwales with US hardware.
Ancient sabre rattle cacophony
Echoes around corridors of power.
Health service finances wrecked across the land,
Cancer waiting lists grow ever longer,
Meanwhile Admirals play stupid war games
With toys commissioned by corrupt MPs,
Paid for by ripped off hard working classes.
We must stop rampant militarism,
The question is “How much do we want to?”.

Harry Rogers, In the Yellow Room, 27th April 2021