Promises


When this bloody war is over

we will help rebuild your land,

bury deep the old injustice,

prove how much we understand.

Let us use your skies and runways

while we bring them to their knees.

Show us public approbation.

Keep your people quiet, please.

Here’s some cash to tide you over

till we get things straightened out.

We’ll be back with lots of stuff

to fix things up. Without a doubt.

No, I won’t forget your birthday.

Yes, I’ll always love you most.

Of course I’ll be there in the morning.

Sure, the cheque is in the post.

© Godfrey Rust
May be freely reproduced for non-commercial purposes.
godfrey@wordsout.co.uk