Out in the World

Out in the world
Missiles fall from smokey skies
Children in their mothers arms
Stare wide-eyed
Skin and bone pale
Sick with malnutrition
And fear

The wise men
Sit
At round
Oblong
Rectangular
Square
Polished tables
Talking truce
But oh not yet
No, not until

These infidels
Who are these infidels
Whose bullets rip our skin
Sink bursting
the soft tissue
Of our flesh our soul our spirit
What’s in it for them

On the other side
Who are these infidels
Whose bombs destroy
Our towns our souls our spirits
What's in it for them

Death, starvation
We pray - amen

The gods are in their houses
Watching on TV

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Copyright 2006 E. Bond Francisco