How many terrorists,
Did you kill today?
Did you count their heads?
Bury them away?
And those who died,
Are you sure you hit
Just those who fight?
Just those legit?
The kids outside,
Who romp and play
The innocent ones
Who like to sway,
And cause their death?
Made them take
Their final breath?
And Mothers, too
Who worry and fret,
Who clutch their own
To save them yet.
Did you strike down
A Mom or two?
Caused the death
Of wrong anew?
You love to play
Do you think
That it's okay?
To kill all those
Across the fence,
Does it really
Make much sense?
You cry and shout
That it's not fair,
That they harm
Een one hair.
Yet you lash out
With tank and jet,
And kill afar
Without regret.
The dead amass
Across the land,
And all regard
Your killing hand.
Babes are dead,
Their Moms are too
And where you went
And there you slew.
But are you safe
Now that you're done?
Can you rest
Lay back and yawn?
The seeds you've sown
This time 'round
In minds of pain
Of family's down
Saplings now, but
Will grow up too
And in the years
Will come to you.
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