I watch the Afghan bourgeoisie
Funnel through airport lounge and flee.
Earlier, the same old story,
Leader flew wrapped in “Old Glory”.
The Taliban have won, of course,
And now? They have their own air force.
Low grade British politicians
Squabble with bankrupt positions.
Tory, Lib-Dem, right wing Labour,
Government by US sabre.
From Downing Street nothing is heard,
The whole thing now becomes absurd.
Parliament is to be recalled,
Too late to undo mistakes old.
Kabul staff climb onto chopper,
Western leaders come a cropper.
It’s lackaday for poor Old Joe,
And Johnson, though you’d never know.
New caliphate now has risen,
Yet Bush and Blair? Not in prison,
People asking “What was this for?”
“Did we need this illegal war?”
Fortunes have been salted away,
The killings ramp up every day.
We eat our first crop of courgettes,
We know we ain’t seen nothing yet.
Harry Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, 16th August 2021