Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Nothing to with ME. 

There’s a war going on
And people are dying
Children are sick
And women are crying,
The innocent damned,
But I’m not one for prying-

It’s nothing to do with me.

I saw in the paper
A boy with a gun
His clothes were all torn,
And his laces undone,
His eyes seemed to me
Like they’d never known fun-
It’s nothing to do with me.

I heard on the telly
A car bomb exploded
The men were all dead...
But their guns were reloaded
By locals who jeered
And taunted and goaded.
It’s nothing to do with me.

So why are men fighting?
What’s it all for?
Can anyone tell me
Who’s winning this war?
And how are they able
To ever keep score?
It’s nothing to do with me.

And then in the playground
I heard someone say,
‘The fight against terror
Is coming our way.’
And so during R.E.
I join hands and pray,
‘Cause they’re doing it all for me.

                                       ~ Saona Bailey 

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