Having your windows blown out

And your face cut by the glass,

And seeing your neighbours' daughter

Blown in the air and tumbling,

Minus one leg, next to their dead dog,

Ranks as pretty low grade stuff now.

Let’s face it, it’s not nuclear, with madcap types

Talking of Hiroshima and obliteration.

Having said that, it’s not exactly nice here

There’s a war on, you know.

 

Our fallen soldiers don’t rate a mention,

And just to make matters even worse,

The local witnesses aren’t good TV:

Sometimes dowdy, stoic, determined,

Busy comforting friends or clearing debris,

And what’s more, they’re often women, not young.

That won’t cut it with the MAGA crowd.

Tapping keyboards on reclining sofas,

Tech boys shout ‘more masculine energy’.

Of course! Why didn’t we think of that?