Begging
Sorry if my unkempt beard offends.
Sorry for wearing a suit when I beg.
Sorry for my ruddy face, the stains and
smell of piss. Yes, my hands are filthy,
but so is money too. If it’s any bonus,
last month I was a banker.
Iraq Inquiry
I had to take the decision as prime minister…
Baghdad, Basra, Najaf, Falluja – bombed.
Suppose we backed off… we know he retained
the intent, knew how to restart a nuclear and
chemical weapons programme.
Immense levels of dioxins, depleted uranium.
In the end it was decisive, I am sorry about that.
I did my level best to try to bring people back
together again
Birth and brain defects in newborns,
Responsibility – but not regret… No regrets…
I’ve got something to learn.
Mass Grave
Where cars, bicycles
zimmer frames and
white goods are crushed
by their own kind
just like Yazidis.
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