It seems to me
Things aint quite right
The world’s in a mess
And I’m up half the night
Worrying
About those we are burying
It seems to me
With our bombing ballistics
The thousands we bury
Become just statistics
It seems to me
And their moms, dads and wives
Those poor dead souls
Deserved longer lives
It seems to me
Those lives we have nullified
Is testament that
This war can’t be justified
It seems to me
Things aint quite right
The world’s in a mess
And I’m up half the night
Worrying
About those we are burying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem Stanley, a subject needing to be aired. Good flow and great read. Love Ernestine XXX