An Untitled Protest

Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes

While cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies

Send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands

And then proceed to target "B" in keeping with their plans

Khaki priests of Christendom interpreters of love

Ride a stone Leviathan across a sea of blood

And pound their feet into the sand of shores they've never seen

Delegates from the western land to join the death machine

And we send cards and letters.

The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud

And fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood

And super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand

Yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman

The junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside

And soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide

And those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death

Lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath

And we send prayers and praises.