There’s nothing to write
for those mutilated mercies
nothing to write
for eyes dried up
nothing to cry about, nothing
to love.
The depleted uranium,
your garbage America,
world super power
world super army,
left nothing to cry about,
nothing to love.
So proud of your sanctions,
you act the hangman,
tying the noose
tight, and tighter yet,
till there’s nothing to
choke,
nothing to kill.
Nothing to feed
the children of Iraq
nothing to teach them
no words to explain
troop mobilizations,
international inspectors
the axis of evil.
What do you tell them
when the bombs start to fall
when the fires start to burn?
what do you say
when the bones start to break,
and the blood starts to flow?
Cover their eyes
maybe just maybe
they won’t notice
the ruins of their world
won’t notice the smell.
Cover their mouths
and shout them down,
maybe the noise of the planes
and the late night news
will drown them out
till there’s nothing to hear
no children to love, care
about, or save.
