28: Easy Jets

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We are now committing six easy jets,
uncounted souls into cold desert-deaths:

Then we’ll agree a bloodied bag-exchange:
More re-dress rehearsals of flag-tagged pains:

Led by the strong-armed (sell-munitions’ squeeze).
Again lobbied “Ayes..” said our lame MPs.

Did we bomb Ireland, strafe the terrorists?
No: we shook those Fenians’ angry fists.

For peace at home send a tame diplomat:
But for offshore battles, we’ll bomb you flat.

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