Death...is still dying
Whatever..its source
'Tis the final analysis
As matter...of course
..Once past the period
Of reflection...I saw
In 'Salvation's' missiles
..That hypocritical flaw
For it boggles the mind
...To conceivably rejoice
Between Assad's chemicals
And 'Our' missiles..of choice
Again...we go nosing
...In lands faraway
Right here..in America
Thousands dying each day
Where is the outrage
Where might the pain
Indeed we go meddling
In some foreign terrain
While our own lay dying
From whatever the source
....'Tis the final analysis
As...a matter....of course
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem