Syria

Syria.
It’s a worrier
and
no wonder I can’t sleep.

Do we stay out or
do we go in with ‘boots on the ground?’

Harold said,
‘this won’t affect the pound in your pocket’
that’s torn it,
the hawks will have orgasms, but
no win, no fee or should that be
no win, no free?

It’s a puzzle of a poser,
suppose we
dispose of the lies,
we could with an open pair of eyes
see
things differently.

I think
infantry,
in my infancy I fancy
there’s always a chance we
might
stay out.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.