Mother, mother, mother, he wailed and I cried too. What child should lose his legs because Presidents blew their moral responsibility to solve our differences?
Father, father, father of our country, we cussed you. What protector, moral, caring, wouldn't peace pursue Regardless of his enemy's deeds and inferences?
Mother's on her way, I screamed and crawled to what brother I could hold and he could cleave to until our bookie presidents could come to their senses.
Soldier, son, daughter, what more could I do What world so evil that I must sacrifice you or humankind suffer far worse consequences?
END. J. Randall O'Brien