The Critic

To hell with the voice, easily finding fault
your words, no volume, from such a mighty horse
I’ll defer your naïve jurisprudence
accepting not your ignorant discourse
 
No tribute do you deserve
weakness, resting upon your throne
while casting doubt on those that fight
hypocrisy not to condone
 
The accolade must be awarded
to those in firm belief and standing proud
assembling for the silenced
vocalising for an oppressed crowd
 
Honours are due without a doubt
to men and women in the trenches
waging all our battles of war
while you pass judgement from your benches