Slashed Wrists
- Sickened by the death of Dr Kelly
I was absolutely sickened by the apparent suicide of an
innocent man caught up in power politics between the UK government
and the BBC over the alleged "sexing up" of the Iraq dossier.
Splashes of red, from the cut that you made,
With fresh sharpened blade, in your hand.
Soon you'll be dead, and the life that you had,
That seemed to go bad, will be gone.
Feeling light headed, as the shock of it hits,
Drop two bits of paper, you held.
Why had they said it, how could they hound you,
When no one had found you were him.
You were killed by the system, destroyed by the pressure,
Abused by the people who knew.
You were only a scapegoat, for those who had covered
Their tracks in your very own blood.
The soil is red, we need to see.
A man is dead, so needlessly.
How could it happen, when the world was all watching,
And the press were at lunch in the pub.
The good guy's been killed, his blood has been spilled,
And it's all been a shoddy big mess.
None of it's fair, when you've got Tony Blair
With the leader of the United States.
The truth's not important when their honour's at stake
And the war was just proving a point.
Give me a reason, why they're calling it treason
To question the actions they made.
And what has it come to, when they're holding a gun to
All the people they've got in the pen.
The soil is red, we need to see.
A man is dead, so needlessly.
Something is wrong, and it can't be that long
Till we see an uprising of sorts.
For the freedom of thought, just cannot be bought
For the price of a barrel of oil.
To die in the wood, where often he'd stood
To marvel at life's bountiful gifts.
Makes an unfitting end to a father and friend
Who was simply performing his job.
So I hope that you see, what it means to be free,
How it doesn't mean you should be loyal.
There's a man dead today, and I think we should pray
That someone is counting the cost.
The soil is red, we need to see.
A man is dead, so needlessly.
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Written by Keith Lambell, July 24th 2003
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