I saw a man going down the street,
I thought it odd, he had no feet.
I saw a woman by a newspaper stand,
I thought it odd, she had no hands.
I saw a girl smelling a rose,
I thought it odd, she had no nose.
I hadn't gone another pace,
I saw a boy who had no face.
I saw it all, such a disgrace,
To set of a bomb in a marketplace.
For the Innocent People of Baghdad.
© Dave Timperley 2013.