Just Another War
How can we possibly imagine?
I look out of the window to see a sun shine,
My children in a library, a million books define,
An accumulation of knowledge, an acknowledgement to men,
of virtue, intelligence, artistic and Zen
A flash of light reflects from a shard,
On the horizon, I spy a Republican Guard,
I'm no longer at home but in a desert afar,
A ditch dug of oil, an inflammable tar
I walk through a wood, my kids hold my hands,
Time insulated, no desert or sands,
What do we fear as the sun beats down?
An occasional shout, an odd look or frown.
Dust fills the air, another bomb's done,
To solve this problem I may need a gun
Or two to kill those foreign whores,
Who ever said nothing good comes from wars?
But how can I know when I walk with no fear?
What can I see through an occasional tear?
Of life and limb, bodies all around,
We'll blitz 'em until they're all dead in the ground.
An antiseptic experience from an image that's sent,
Straight to your home whether bricked or tent,
Grand entertainment watching this story unfold,
A story to excite, a tale to be told.
Bodies piled high, man, woman and child,
But we told you not to get those in power riled,
The ultimate force that's shock and awe to you,
A series of flags coloured white for peace sue.
It's a hundred years since Owen wrote so,
The Great War killed millions and millions you know?
A century clicks over, an enlightened age for sure,
Virtue, intelligence, art and thought pure.
Negotiation or war, what do we expect?
Yet another despot, yet another evil sect,
So how do you solve what seems on the face
A problem that lacks a solution or grace?
My walk's at an end, we're back and a smile,
Melts my heart after an Iraqi mile,
A child looks up from a Bedouin tent,
And welcomes me in, whatever my intent.