Weighing In
Looking back
The light of recent events dimly lights
The jets have crashed
The towers fallen
Now the bombs
On distant innocents crash heavier.
Is anyone weighing as the death adds up?
We debate right and wrong
It’s all such a mess
Afghanistan, Iraq, Palestine, Korea
Where will we in our self-righteousness
Take the battle next?
Our weapons become the WMD feared by all
While theirs can not be found
This it would appear is the child of 911
Not peace on earth.
“We the People of” have lost our own sense of freedom.
Worrying about the First
And bad press
While a world away our maids’ children go hungry.
We chat at Starbucks about the price of gas
Sipping the life blood of an entire culture
Of poverty strickened coffee farmers
Cream?
Sugar?
A muffin with that?
Never does the taste
Of the bitter tea
Brewed by our forefathers in Boston
Fill our mouths.
Watching TV
Sharing empty thoughts
Avoiding the difference
We could really make.
Desert Storm taught nothing…
Viet Nam now so conveniently
A set for movies
To prepare our eyes for more blood
Another “just war”?
At best a source
Inexpensive clothes
Now in
Our corporate interest
Child labor violations ignored.
The Danube bubbles with cyanide
Chernobyl’s invisibility all aglow
Valdez? A town in Mexico…
Milk is but a mustache on a smiling face sign.
Bosnia where?
Africa a place to go on safari
Gorillas in the mist.
Now gas in Syria
No one knows
Cares?
Not in our national interest
Like Poland the Netherlands
The gas rolled in and
We looked the other way
Saying Germany’s in Europe
It’s their problem
Not ours
Until camps revealed
Forcing the world to look.
Never forget
Lost words in our mouths.
Bob Renard
Looking back
The light of recent events dimly lights
The jets have crashed
The towers fallen
Now the bombs
On distant innocents crash heavier.
Is anyone weighing as the death adds up?
We debate right and wrong
It’s all such a mess
Afghanistan, Iraq, Palestine, Korea
Where will we in our self-righteousness
Take the battle next?
Our weapons become the WMD feared by all
While theirs can not be found
This it would appear is the child of 911
Not peace on earth.
“We the People of” have lost our own sense of freedom.
Worrying about the First
And bad press
While a world away our maids’ children go hungry.
We chat at Starbucks about the price of gas
Sipping the life blood of an entire culture
Of poverty strickened coffee farmers
Cream?
Sugar?
A muffin with that?
Never does the taste
Of the bitter tea
Brewed by our forefathers in Boston
Fill our mouths.
Watching TV
Sharing empty thoughts
Avoiding the difference
We could really make.
Desert Storm taught nothing…
Viet Nam now so conveniently
A set for movies
To prepare our eyes for more blood
Another “just war”?
At best a source
Inexpensive clothes
Now in
Our corporate interest
Child labor violations ignored.
The Danube bubbles with cyanide
Chernobyl’s invisibility all aglow
Valdez? A town in Mexico…
Milk is but a mustache on a smiling face sign.
Bosnia where?
Africa a place to go on safari
Gorillas in the mist.
Now gas in Syria
No one knows
Cares?
Not in our national interest
Like Poland the Netherlands
The gas rolled in and
We looked the other way
Saying Germany’s in Europe
It’s their problem
Not ours
Until camps revealed
Forcing the world to look.
Never forget
Lost words in our mouths.
Bob Renard