They are searching
The rubble of ground below
Last nights bombing
The flames still glow
Tomorrow they will bury
The children they found
It was I who dropped bombs
So high without sound.
Away from the carnage
Like a computer game
Targets and lines
Then it becomes insane
To see devastation
Lives taken and torn
I am the dealer of death
This horror is born.
They pinned a medal on my chest
Shook my hand and impressed
What a hero I was
In fondness kept
Its hidden in a drawer
Away from the glare
Of people without conscience
Politicians who dont care.