One Soldiers View

Keening mothers holding children charred Black or sometimes white depending on the nature of or the time spent in the flame I suppose we're each and every one to blame Sweet young faces frozen in forever fright These days I look forward to the night bless the fading light when it's easier not to see and much more comfortable for me In the daylight I have learned to turn my back to the ululating ladies dressed in black Who scream their grief and prayers for vengeance to an unseen entity A God with whom I choose to disagree Can this cancer known as man ever learn how not to kill will we ever drink our fill of all the baby blood we spill For now Our predatory passion won't be still whether good or evil both we watch the children burn And as far as the babies are concerned If they're not baptized are they going straight to Hell? There's at least a million who are more than glad to die Whose vengeance brings them glory from on high their reward a paradise of sensual delights Allah Akbar! God is great they cry. Here we are east and west Son and daughter Father Mother Sister Brother Each one knowing it's Gods' will to kill the other We provoke our God to shame when we feed the very flame that we should smother. I guess one bad turn deserves another. I just heard both of our Gods cry