Death in Iraq

My broken heart
Lies in the desert of Iraq,
My one and only son,
He's gone,
There are no tears left
In my eyes to shed,
The child I loved more
Than my life is dead,
Fallen for callous men
Who never toil,
But make their profits
On the oil.

Each day I pray
To my dear God above:
Punish those men!
They killed my love.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz