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Our voice was lost in the smart noise

Of sophisticated boys in good clothes.

Beating the war drums preparing they were

For strategic points.

Monster aggressions.

The world's suggestions

Disarm in peace, solution

Was ignored. War followed.

They bombed and bombed.

Gave press conference

To appease their own conscience.

With butterflies in our stomachs

And stabbing pain in our hearts

Wearing a frown on our forehead

Live on T V sets we watched

Baghdad in flames.

The smart boys in loud voice and good clothes

Gave peace no single chance but a cry in wilderness.

Spring is here at last with massive bomb blasts.

Dreary winter's past, birds aren't singing, death knell's ringing.