Damadola


Bones, psyches, and lives shatter
As guided bombs land and shred.
Flesh, homes, and sanity shred
As hope and quietude shatter.
Another senseless campaign of hell
Backed up by arrogant excuse
And unprovoked imperial abuse.
To the world, twill be hard to sell
The mad, unforgivable error
That befell tiny, remote Damadola
On behalf of God, pop, and Coca-Cola
In this stage of “War on Terror.”
Attempts to explain it away
Show an absence of sentience,
An utter lack of civilised consience
As survivors look on with dismay.
From all corners, should there be heard
Deafening cries of condemnation
So any future duplication
Will safely be deterred.