' Slaughter Of The Innocents ' - Poem by Gordon Whittaker
Mr Bush why the rush to bomb Irak
do you dream about those words attack attack attack
Stop and think about the innocents and the newborn
what have they done to deserve your scorn.
It is in your hands Mr Bush whether they live or perish
surely not a thought that you could cherish.
Remember the little speck that dropped from the sky
and a hundred thousand innocents were left to die.
That little speck came from the Enola Gay,
in the name of the U.S.A.
Mister Bush even a president can change his mind, especially when it comes to saving mankind.
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