You see them pulled from the street
Dragged from their homes while the women cry
Fighting for freedom, they were told
Fighting for the democratic way
While money from a western land
Pays cocaine sniffing freaks who send them to die.
(It is the best money ever spent, said -
Old men who sleep safe and snug in bed.)
Now see them two weeks later -
Sprawled in the mud
A hulking charred box beside,
That was to be the chariot of victory
White faces with fear
Still touched,
Not yet smoothed away
By the blur of decay -
Though there is nothing
To fear now
Not anymore -
All that they had, mind and body and thought
Ended in the sound of a cannon shot.
