War and the Middle East 2

People are separated from good food, Babies delayed reunion with mother’s breasts; The innocent begin to ape the crude, Killer attacks a fresh retest of previous bomb tests. Gravediggers maximize their income, Mortuary services twenty-four hours; The solders keep working the atrocious sum, The chief sponsors of graveyard flowers. War is their job in camouflage In branches clad and leafy things; All battles are a business of sabotage: The flapping of deception like wings Soldier faces, a garden of tattoos, The identical twins of Yoruba masquerades; Their arms asserting what paints do: Very expedient things during raids CIA’s involvement is reasonable guessed, KGB’s quota remains frightening; Some kind of godforsaken race is stressed, God forsaken shows of might heightening Is time we sang it like a song: Peacemakers have never been wrong; A war mongers with journalists moving his jaw Only talk about the breaking of the law.