62.            ARMSKOR

You grew out of hope
To address an arms boycott,
So we build this industry of hope
Which finds its peace nearly bankrupt
As we make peace with the biggest gun.
We open the market with pen and pulp
To sell our goods worldwide
In joint ventures to the red card.
The referee found you foul
According to a diplomatic mark on a table
As the spooks cling onto old policy books
When security clearances mark up
The sale’s make up
As the authority
Found a new priority
In joint markets
From an African island.