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An Open Invitation to Tony Blair

Tony Blair, Tony Blair, where have you been?
You’ve not been coming to London to visit the Queen
But you had seemed so close, meeting weekly when you were PM
You with your cheesy fake smile, waiting around

For her to put on the right crown
I wonder all those times you met if she bothered or care or know
Just what kind of bloke you always were
Despite Alistair Campbell’s keep clean ‘Teflon Tony’ plan  
The Queen clearly wasn’t born yesterday
Or was she happy just to ride the wave of someone else’s ‘popularity rate’
Remember the New Year at the O2, Oh!  Those heady days....

Sorry Tony, no more invites, now it all about Wills n’ Kate.....(and boy is that working well!!)
In popularity stakes you have been right ‘royally’ replaced
And the cause?  I think it might now be the association with your face, still free
One that for far too many, the world over, spoils every day

Did you think ‘Project Tony’ would work?
That you could f*ck us all up, make the world worse
That all we could do in response was curse?
While you rode off into the sunset with a SERIOUSLY richer future than you had before
Although I don’t think ‘Anthony’ that you were ever poor
Thinking yourself immune from prosecution for your actions before
Christ knows you spent enough of our tax payers’ money trying to making sure
And then went straight into a top job working for business, meddling in lands ravaged by war
Seems that’s what you were born for

To appear now and then featured in the press from afar
Making comment, sticking your nose into our country
Which you have made such a mess by favouring business
The rich now richer and the poor having so much less
Nothing was sacred to you, not even the National Health Service
Remember how it used to be before ‘Tony’s Targets’?

Did you ever envision a time when you would be personified with devils horns
And under threat of citizens arrest by those who think you guilty of war crimes
Although unlike some of the countries in which you now shimmy and slide  
We would at least grant you a fair trail

We would even put up with your fake well meaning hand gestures and sickly smile
While you come clean and tell us what happened at Camp David
Just what had been agreed with George Bush and his business pals?
Discussing carving up someone else’s lands as you paraded around in matching golf garb

Although for us, and the world, George was not a good choice of friends
Well you did also hook up with Colonel Gaddafi (?!)
Who you wiped clean with your well meaning, sincerely spoken, honesty...(oh what’s that smell)
I think it might be the whiff of that bull sh*t you fed us, still lingering around
How is that oil deal with Shell? Brokered by you and signed just a few days after you and the world
Re-met Gaddafi, in that mock Bedouin tent?
Even Obama had to wait in line
While Gaddafi played the princely robed ‘Arab of Arabia’
Or as it says in his own soundtrack ‘The King of Kings of Africa’? - It’s hard to say either way
Libya now doesn’t stand a chance - that deal will go on
Long after all of our deaths and who do you suppose, from that, will benefit?

And what of the people who you saw as not your friends
Let’s not forget Dr David Kelly...although that’s just too painful to say
Especially for his family you know the ones you never thought about
When it looked like he might have a different opinion
And spoil your game....

Don’t be a stranger, Tony  
This is just a snap shot of the things we need to talk about
So this summer, instead of some ‘complimentary holiday’ on some rich big shot’s yacht
Why don’t you come and stay? Say at ‘Her Majesty’s Pleasure’
Sorry no, not like the old days at the palace, but awaiting trial

But you’re not fond of being anywhere
Where people disagree with what you say
And we already know you don’t take kindly to being treated that way
But Tony, please do come and stay for we have a lot to get through which still stands in our way
And for those who believe this undeserved?
Please think about all those lies which we were told, which were always so well hidden behind
Tony’s fake and sinister liar’s (sorry Lawyer’s) smile
And think about what else we weren’t told....
Tony, if you came to stay, for us, your visit would be pure gold

Anna Archichek
Written by Anna_A
Published | Edited 31st Mar 2015
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