A Quest For Peace In Baghdad
Moving toward the absurd as war in Baghdad goes on,
along with the print traffic jam and airwaves;
continues to unfold horror stories, deaths: a tinku
that spew out of Iraq – the ancient Middle East sand.
Skepticism has drawn a timely relevance,
that predicts the future as a major stand;
sending troops in the combat zone, a 50/50 case
either a winning or losing in the battle ground.
Like a cacophany of voices across the land,
So deep and lugubrious that pervades –
‘enough! we’re helpless and marginalized’
a reflection that’s claims stop and be reconciled.
The steady stream of U.S. young soldiers
being sent to fight and be part of the plan
adds sinews to war but not a total assurance
where success can be at hand or defeat in the long run.
Antiwar sentiments hover like a gospel cry,
with globalized reactions bonded with supplications;
a great deal of struggles among people of cultures,
that someday peace will reign and sing glory to God on high.
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