Goodbye Mr. Powell,
You were always the first of men
To stand up for your country,
And tell their fibs to the UN.
And it seems to me they’ve run your life
Like a soldier on the line—
Just a cog in the machine of someone’s grand design
You did your job all right, but now you’re out the game
And anyway, you never could pronounce your own first name.
In these days of war
Well you always stuck up for your boss;
You were right beside him, Cole,
Now no one gives a toss.
And it seems to me they’ve run your life
Like a soldier on the line;
They used you till they needed you to clear that mine
There’s no point stayin’ in politics
It won’t be time well spent;
The Neo-Cons’ll never make a black man President.
by Robin Johnson, UK