Oh let us pray for the children of Anbar
Caught in the dark rain of Obama’s broken word.
As if a word could hurt a child.
And when our American missiles so thoughtlessly given so freely,
To a man determined to crush the Sunni,
Extinguish the light in those poor houses, in those young eyes…
As if the tyrannical Maliki would only aim at the Qaeda
As if he would spare the innocents.
There is no prayer that will staunch the hatred our missiles birth.
We have done it again, and we will pay with denial and buried guilt.
And we will pay with our tax dollars
As our war machine gathers the blood money of Iraq’s oil treasure.
And we will soon forget the tears of those mothers as if it never happened.
Oh let us pray for the children of Anbar.
December 31, 2013 by Bruce Wallace, 121Contact