Modern War - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
They say the desert dog will learn
from his arch enemy the mighty lion.
It seems to me that where those cities burn
there must be mothers left in sadness, crying.
Once on a time they were the hunted, it is true
they died on fields and at the hands of cruel men,
today the pilot says, we're doing this for you
do not compare my friend, you did not live back then.
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