And browse the papers
And today's paper says
That Baghdad's children
are lost in the desert storm
And covered by the sands of oblivion
That their school walls are full of holes
Like poked eyes in a skull
Devoured by worms
That their desks are eaten by fire
That the American god in his heaven
Is disturbed by the sound of the chalk
He decided to erase what the student has written
On the blackboard
He pressed a button
In his jet fighter
And cut out the roots of his misery
And turned to his blonde lover
He made love to her
And talked about a beautiful dream
A lost peace
And human rights!
