Poem

Embedded Journalist

I'm your embedded journalist,
Reporting from the front line,
Protected from War,
By Delta Special Forces.

I'm not the maverick Terry Lloyd,
With an independent satellite phone.
Kate Aide was warned, said the Pentagon,
You're not an embedded journalist,
You got a satellite uplink,
You're a legitimate target.

I'm here, safe with the US Special Forces,
A waiting puppet government minister,
And the Kurdish Freedom Fighters
( Tomorrow's new US terrorists? )

Oh Hell,
Bombs hit 12 yards away,
Planes roar; Flesh burns,
Arms splinter; Bodies explode: It's Hell.

Where am I; Manhattan, Palestine, Afghanistan?
No I'm John Simpson in Northern Iraq,
Watching people burning to death,
Told to use meaningless words;
Friendly Fire, Blue on Blue, Collateral Damage,
Never mentioning British Killing, nor US Murder.


By Gren - copyleft
Sunday 5th April 2003

Respect due to John Simpson reporting on News 24.