In war when slaughter occurs nobody should be surprised
As lives of the innocent are stolen, destroyed and moved
But in the 1930s death now came out of the killing skies
Human motives are bent askew, evil, selfish, war is proof In an artist's eye, capturing the terror, of a burning village
Feelings well up, comes out in furor, as captured in image
Presented here the loss of hope, destruction by an iron hand
Toward all, not just those taking a side in an angry land
Dedicated to my friend Mada Jurado, a distinctly noble, beautiful soul from Spain
