Lock the doors

It was 10.30 pm. "Lock the doors" is the call to parliamentarians for the voting to start. Although tired many were happy to have secured the win and laughed with each other they shuffled off "to the right". The ones "to the left" we're more sombre, some quite grim faced as they realised they had lost and the "war coalition " had won the day as they often do. 
It's easier to decide on a full stomach and half a bottle of Beaujolais. One is reminded of the phrase,  'silver headed assassins' as the front bench had argued the importance of our joining in to drop bombs on a collection of mud dwellings where it was known the enemy lay. The information was available and the bombers were on their way, not half an hour had a lapsed after the vote was counted in "the Mother of Parliaments" such was the haste to kill.
We haven't the will or the money to help Mrs Wilkinson in number 67 Oldham Place, Leeds but we have the desire and the money to kill Mrs Abdula in Ibrahim St,  Raqqa. 
Both women were sleeping at 2.30 am only a few hours after the vote but only one would open her eyes to see the start of a new day. Mrs Wilkinson would face the prospect of going down to the 'Food Kitchen' in town because the money she had received from the cash strapped government had been stopped "we are living beyond our means" said Mr Osborn and yet we have enough to load expensive weapons onto our thirsty expensive planes, not as in the 'Battle of Britain' to fight for survival but "on intelligence", the house Mrs Abdula occupied needed to be destroyed. 


Mrs Abdula was about to become "collateral damage", she awoke to hear a noise in the sky as the plane banked to start its run onto the target. Mrs Abdula and her family. Young Mohamed just 14, Ishmael 12, Amilah 8 the oldest girl in the family, Darrah 7, Raffe 5 and the latest Taalea the baby in the family not 8 months old who's name translates to "fortunate" but she was not very fortunate that night as the bomb obliterated them all in a second of mayhem.
Mrs Wilkinson will wake up this morning to the news that 4 tornado bombers had successfully returned from their mission, a mission voted on in Parliament to the sound of barracking and shouts of ridicule as the Leader of the Opposition had asked for mercy for Mrs Abdula and the many like her but the game was on, the blood was rising, the war drums were beating and there is no gainsaying a call to arms when some one else bears the weight of your decision !!