Four Women (And One Child)

Four women and one child,
casualties of a violent society.
"We come in peace," or so we say-
to bring democracy and liberate.
They were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
But where could they go to escape?

Four women and one child!
It was an accident, we are assured.
Bombs and bullets are indiscriminate
And made for killing. You want freedom, don't you?
Well, to make an omellette,
you've got to break a few thousand eggs.

Four women and one child,
Their deaths were inadvertent.
This we're expected to believe.
But multiply them 600 times,
we'll know how many more civilians
could not taste freedom in 2009.

Four women and one child,
but were they totally innocent?
Aren't we all violent in our own ways?
And aren't we all victims,
standing on the other end of
the barrel of a violent society's gun?

Four Women and one child
driving to work, shopping, routine,
fall heavily to the ground
as though the bullets weighed a thousand pounds.
In the wrong place at the wrong time,
good eggs in a bad omellette.
And who wants to eat it anyway?
You can't eat breakfast when you're dead.

I'd rather go vegan.
I'd rather go vegan.
I'd rather go vegan.