The following poem was written in the autumn of 2005, during a time when anti-Bush sentiment was strong, especially amongst the students of my university. It was written to expose the failings of any system that is founded on blame culture - including the one that blamed Bush - and although it isn't as contemporary as it once was, it's core message is quite possibly even more relevant today.
As a poem it is best read aloud and, like a lot of poems, it gets better over time, as the rhythm of the words becomes clearer.
The Case for the Defence of George W. Bush
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The Case for the Defence of George W. Bush
What’s the blame game
And what’s it all about?
Well, George Bush took the blame
for the war that wrecked in Iraq,
but now who we gonna blame for Bush?
Lets take a quick look back...
Bush was born into this world
the son of a politician;
or the son of two, to tell it true,
cause Mummy Bush was playing too,
and the world that Bush grew up to know
is the world that Bush creates.
His was a world of capital value
where money’s worth much more than you,
but where do you think he learnt that from, eh?
That money’s worth more than people?
That oil’s worth more than you?
That power, and wealth and influence are all that’s of value?
Did someone, somewhere, teach him this?
Do we live this?
Do we believe that power and wealth and influence are all that’s of value?
Let’s go back to Bush.
The life of George Bush Senior
and his lady, Barbara Bush,
was a world of dinners, socialising,
endless late nights enterprising,
sideways looks and double crossing,
reports, reviews and managed losses.
They had to be there at the political function,
to pull up a pew at the senators luncheon,
to take the family on the campaign trail,
to tour the states like redirected mail.
A never-ending repartee of breakfasts, lunches and soirees,
that sounds like Heaven until you remember:
There ain’t no friends on the way to the White House.
There’s no time to play Mickey Mouse.
And on that note, just a small aside:
Is there something wrong with the selection process
by which we put folk into congress?
- and I’m not talking about its democraticness.
It's that the amount of work you have to do
costs you your humanity.
But we’d all work that hard, if we were there too,
and the world was obsessed with accountability.
So the Bush’s rose prominence,
when Regan’s time had been and gone,
the White House was theirs, their dominance,
was assured when they went to war in ‘91.
But the hours it took to make it there,
the price they paid to pay their fare,
who paid that price, and was it fair
that he should pay a price so dear?
When a child is born into this world,
the thing they need the most,
is loving parents and the time
to spend with them.
That’s how the child can learn
to love another in their turn;
I think though Bush went to pricey schools,
and read his books and got the tools
he needed to make it big in the world,
he lost his heart,
he lost his soul,
he lost all the humanity he ever had,
and all because he was try'na impress his demanding mum and dad.
What a stupid point!
That’s such a minor deal!
When you look at the bloodshed in Iraq
and drag that dripping bloodshed back
to the way that George Bush feels!
Who cares how he feels?
Not as bad as the Iraqi’s on that we can be sure.
But then George Bush isn’t just hurt, or lonely or feeling sad,
George Bush has gone mad!
He’s insane.
And not in a banging your head against a brick wall in the asylum kinda way;
He’s like Lecter,
Like Hitler.
He’s a sociopath.
Without the conception of human emotion,
he’s lost his tiny mind.
And why?
Because he was been raised as a hardened tool,
he’s been shaped into a political man,
he was been taught: trust no-one or you’ll be played for a fool,
but that’s a world shaped by all our hands.
He is a product of pressure, accountability and work, work, more and more work.
He is a shit-head, selfish, inhuman American Psycho
But…
he wasn’t born that way.
So who taught George Bush junior,
that Oil’s worth more than people?
Oh, mummy Bush and daddy Bush,
you got so much to answer for.
Now you take the blame for both Iraqi wars!
But now who takes the blame for them?
That’s four more names now,
four grandparents who wanted only power;
we’ve shifted blame, we’ve spread the blame,
but the blame games getting weaker.
The truth is that the reality of blame spreads so thin it’s like the surface of the sea.
Trying to evolve in a culture of blame is like trying to cross the Atlantic using nothing but water tension,
and this is why we are sinking.
The capitalist is sick.
The racist is ill.
The rapist needs help.
Though I’m not saying that we should help them all,
for some it’s far too late,
(George Bush,)
but if you want to make sure they don’t come back,
I said if you wanna make sure that they never come back
it’s no good just blaming them
but look at the world that made the men,
look at the world we all live in
and the part we play in creating it.
“It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer sun,
and in the vintage, and to sing on the wagon loaded with corn.
It is an easy thing to speak patience to the afflicted,
or to speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer;”
It is an easy thing to point the finger of blame at those who wrong us;
to statatise rational hatred to those who are lost and angry and embittered,
who have made us their enemies in turn.
It is an easy thing to demonise those whose blind anger has turned them blind with hatred
who seek solace in the strong arm of physical aggression,
or shelter in the paper houses of banks and corporations.
It is an easy thing to hate those who hate us,
but this is the anger that blinds us,
and turns us, in turn, into those we fought against.
If fear is a force we must resist
then we must not fear,
or give cause to fear.
And if blame is a core that rots from within,
then we must not blame,
but offer and share a shoulder of blame.
And sometimes we have to take more.
‘Cause you blame someone else,
and sooner or later,
you too are gonna go to war.
The Case for the Defence of George W. Bush was written by an anonymous author who believes the world could be a significantly better place and spends his time thinking and writing.
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