Mother, mother, mother, he wailed and I cried too.What child should lose his legs becausePresidents blew their moral responsibility to solve our differences?
Father, father, father of our country, we cussed you.What protector, moral, caring, wouldn't peace pursueRegardless of his enemy'sdeeds and inferences?
Mother's on her way, I screamed and crawled towhat brother I could hold and he could cleave tountil our bookie presidentscould come to their senses.
Soldier, son, daughter, what more could I doWhat world so evil that I must sacrifice youor humankind sufferfar worse consequences?
END. J. Randall O'Brien