My friend Derek played a tape, over the telephone, with Adrian Mitchell reading this poem. I remember it from too many years ago. It's still relevant, only the locations change. Enter the location of Bush's latest choice.

Adrian Mitchell

To Whom It May Concern

I was run over by the truth one day.
Ever since the accident I've walked this way
        So stick my legs in plaster
        Tell me lies about Vietnam.

Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain,
Couldn't find myself so I went back to sleep again
        So fill my ears with silver
        Stick my legs in plaster
        Tell me lies about Vietnam.

Every time I shut my eyes all I see is flames
Made a marble phone book and I carved all the names
        So coat my eyes with butter
        Fill my ears with silver
        Stick my legs in plaster
        Tell me lies about Vietnam.

I smell something burning, hope it's just my brains.
They're only dropping peppermints and daisy-chains
        So stuff my nose with garlic
        Coat my eyes with butter
        Fill my ears with silver
        Stick my legs in plaster
        Tell me lies about Vietnam.

Where were you at the time of the crime?
Down by the Cenotaph* drinking slime
        So chain my tongue with whisky
        Stuff my nose with garlic
        Coat my eyes with butter
        Fill my ears with silver
        Stick my legs in plaster
        Tell me lies about Vietnam.

You put your bombers in, you put your conscience out,
You take the human being and you twist it all about
        So scrub my skin with women,
        Chain my tongue with whisky
        Stuff my nose with garlic
        Coat my eyes with butter
        Fill my ears with silver
        Stick my legs in plaster
        Tell me lies about Vietnam.

*Cenotaph - war memorial in London