Howling winds and freezing cold
A bedless sleep and a restless night
The lot of citizens, men and women
Should figure in our minds and ping our conscience.
Wailing nations and fatherless children
Limping sons and girls turned mothers
Fathers are dead and mothers are lost.
The needless wars must end, but only by our choice.
Superficial talk and diplomatic platitudes
The bombs still fall and the citizens still die.
While we waver and seek a detente
Bullets will kill and the unfortunate will die.
One day our story will be told.
And it will be concluded that we fed a monster
With the lives of our children.
Do something to save a life.