A new poem by Heathcote Williams, posted at IT: International Times, begins like this:
Illustration by Elena Caldera
There’s no difference between being an arms dealer
And being a wanted war criminal.
Although you don’t have to get your hands bloody
The results are equally abhorrent.
But arms dealing will suit anyone used to gracious living
In one dinosaur nest after another —
Such as Balmoral, or Clarence House, or Highgrove,
Thanks to a billionaire mother.
Read the complete poem here.
