In the shadowed annals of strategy, Sun Tzu, master of The Art of War, would gaze upon David Lammy’s 2025 Syrian venture and pen a poem of scorn. His £94.5 million aid to a fragile post-Assad regime, led by former extremists, is a gambit that defies the sage’s timeless maxims. Where Sun Tzu preached deception and strength, Lammy scatters gold in chaos, inviting ruin. This satirical verse, through Sun Tzu’s lens, lays bare the folly of Britain’s 2025 diplomacy, projecting a quagmire born of naivety.
A Lament for Syria’s Gold
Gold for rebels, chaos sown,
Sun Tzu’s art lies overthrown.
Lammy’s coin, in Syria’s dust,
Breeds not peace, but war’s distrust.
Know the foe, the master taught,
Yet Lammy’s trust is dearly bought.
With £94.5 million flung,
To rogues whose blades are yet unsung,
He dreams of order, courts a snare,
Fortune’s wheel spins despair.
Art of War demands the wise
Weigh the ground where danger lies.
Syria’s factions, split and torn,
Mock the aid as tempests form.
Warlords feast, while Britain’s purse
Funds a strife that grows perverse.
Deception wins, not open hands,
Yet Lammy builds on shifting sands.
His “progressive” hope, a feeble spark,
Fades in Damascus’ shadowed dark.
Sun Tzu’s shade would turn away,
From such a reckless, doomed display. The outcome, Sun Tzu would foresee, is grim: Britain’s gold fuels Syria’s strife, not stability. The Art of War warns that aiding untested allies without securing loyalty courts betrayal. Lammy’s largesse risks arming rivals, entangling Britain in a quagmire that erodes its global standing. Feniks Know Best readers, what is your verdict? Is Lammy’s Syrian aid a strategic masterstroke or a poetic tragedy? Weigh in below—parchment preferred, pixels endured.