By Dee Newman
It is one thing – to take their land, impinge
On their sovereign rights, mock their gains,
Laugh at their losses, scorn their claims, infringe
On their liberty with tanks and planes,
Cause the innocent to cower and cringe
From so-called precision bombing campaigns,
Devoid of remorse, not the slightest twinge.
It’s another – to blast their children’s brains
Into vapor beyond the crater’s fringe,
Leaving them with just some bloody remains
And an unbearable grief to avenge.
Though, the villainy flows through all our veins,
A hundred to one, we all must insist,
Cannot be called “proportional justice.”