So, we call you out,

you who hide behind Whitehall,

the Pentagon and the talk of defence,

but sell the killing stuff wherever you can.

Come out, all of you.

You have designed the kit,

to blast homes, tanks and planes

with people inside, limbs spread,

and children not understanding.

Come out. You have sold suave contracts,

bribes, dictators, wherever there is money.

The arms fair is not, because there

will be death and destruction.

Since you were named “merchants of death”,

you have hidden, languaged your business

into good patriotic stuff,

planning to kill, but for our good,

although the deterrents do not work,

because we use them.

Come out. You killers of the planet,

you planners of death, even millions,

in nuclear fireworks. Come out.

Walk out of your factories, sales facilities,

your meetings with politicians, the military,

for the game is up, the war game, stupid at last,

and we will line you up against a wall

and shake hands with you,

and subsidize you while you make something useful

and end your job description for ever,

and make peace, cheap and God-blessed

for all people.