A Mourning

Beneath the smooth voices

And the cultured veneer

Lurks the barbarism of war

Each aye of every man

An affirmative for an unjust war

The rumbling in the sky..

The roof blown off

Drenching the family

Not in rain but blood

At least they died free

Aye, Aye

They hail

The real axis of evil

Pounded and battered

A strong people beaten into submission

Hands coloured rubble

with what was once home

A fruitless search in destruction

for a future… their future

Tearless weary eyes

Lips moving

shaped into a soundless wail

A mute song of mourning

Out of rhythm with the

drums of war

Drowned out

by each aye

of every man

An affirmative for an

Unjust war.