in all their great meetings after cordial greetings world leaders disagree for one reason or other
seems they don’t really bother ‘bout what should be their goals
not to save their own souls but the folks in our world
the children all curled with pain in their belly civilians burned dead with gasoline jelly
the women attacked for (a lack of) their clothing as if there were nothing more important than keeping some men from their peeping
but what really matters are the people in tatters who flee from bombed homes in despair and have come to realize that their possible demise does not affect those who’d rather smell a rose than seriously bother about the fate of an other
tragedy unfolds every day yet it holds little sway in the news of the powers that makes sure that ours is different from theirs
until that dream sours we need to write some more encouraging verse