Promises

wordsout by godfrey rust
September 11, 2001 < 4 of 7 >

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.