Look, the vile liar and his harpy wife
are standing, waiting for the show to start.
The saluting base their power and wealth
before which now those he has killed will pass.
That horrible and mutilated horde,
limbless, broken, torn apart no faces now
process and salute there with not a word.
Even those blown to bits are here somehow.
Thousands, millions and yet more they mass.
The advancing ranks stretcher on and on.
It is an awful bloody sodden mess.
So as he looks upon what he has done
Legacy Day turns to Legacy Night
and back. He still saying that he was right.

Ray Souter © 2016 

Charity for Peace in the Middle East