Death Scene

Death Scene

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
To mourn the death of a nation.
The cradle of life destroyed,
Burned in a blaze of glory.
Its children killed by the hand of so-called liberators.
And for what?
Innocents sacrificed for the greater good? No.
No good will come of this.

Yea, as we walk through this valley of death,
We are the evil they fear
The ones who shattered the City of Peace.
How on earth can it be pieced together again?

The sun is setting on desert sands
Somewhere in falling down shack a baby cries
The once beautiful land is war torn and dead
Bodies shrouded in white are waiting to be laid to rest
And enemy bodies are in pine boxes draped in flags

In just a matter of days we invaded the city,
Bombs fell at night like clockwork.
Children lie dead in the streets,
Their mothers crying, “Why? What did we do to you?”
A torn poster scuffles across the deserted street,
It reads, “With our spirit, with our blood, we sacrifice for you, Iraq.”

The souls of its people died the day the city fell
First Mesopotamia and finally Baghdad, a shadow of its former beauty
Oppressed by an evil dictator, the thought we would bring freedom
Instead we brought more death, more loss, and military rule.

But the sun will shine another day
And the children of God will struggle to see it.