It is peaceful here in my valley
before the industrial tourist season begins,
it’s hard to believe
that the world is on the brink of yet another war.
The news on TV
shows picture of a massive build up of troops
near Iraq’s borders seem surreal,
less so articles about carpet-bombing of cities
like that country should be an empty place
where only one man lives,
the man they call a monster
yet offer him asylum
if he only will go away.
The landscape is greening in my valley
I’m living in a dream
the brutal reality is too bizarre.