Our voice was lost in the smart noise
Of sophisticated boys in good clothes
Beating the war drums preparing they were
For strategic points.
Monster aggressions.
The worlds suggestions,
Disarm in peace, solution
Was ignored. War followed.
They bombed and bombed.
Gave press conference
To appease
Their own conscience.
With butterflies in our stomachs
And stabbing pain in our hearts
Wearing a frown on our forehead
Live on T. V. sets we watched
Baghdad in flames.
The smart boys in loud voice and good clothes
Gave peace no single chance but a cry in wilderness.
Spring is here at last with massive bomb blasts
Dreary winter’s past, birds aren’t singing death knell’s ringing.