I'd crawled from wreckage, bleeding, burned
Bombs struck the completely innocent homes
The birth ward was wiped out and rest of beds
Burned or broken, on fire or smoking or dead
As invaders had struck the vulnerable and poor
For those wealthy can build bunkers for safety
But the vulnerable rarely had basements, hope
The war was caused by envy, greed, and hate
Hunger and of the greater striking the lesser
Now we know, there's a short path to peace
By the death of all those who are helpless
And apathy in the ones who could help
