NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.

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