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to the freedom-loving people of Iraq:
forgive us for bursting in like this,
with all this noise, but we are here to help.
please don't get in our way or we will shoot.
your ancient nation, graveyard of the first cities,
your earth soaked in the blood of countless martyrs,
will soon see a new day. |
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this war is no cleaner, no happier than other wars.
can violence bring freedom, justice...peace?
many wise people have said no. we are testing it now.
clearly the prayers of millions,
that the world may live as one, have not been enough. |
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we are a nation so sure of itself, so unthinkably strong,
that even when we want to do good, we scare the world.
maybe we should learn softness?
maybe we should learn to dance?
next time, we will bring music and flowers instead of guns. |
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