Casualties of War
by
Larry Bryan
Hush little baby,
Don't you cry.
Your parents are gone
and you don't know why
A cause worth dying for,
or so they said.
Now you're alone,
and those you loved are dead.
Hush little baby,
Don't say a word.
The U.N. will help you,
or so you've heard.
The police of the world,
when convenient to be.
Why risk so much
on wars that none will see?
Hush little baby,
dry your tears.
The gunshots continue
throughout the years.
And if the gunshots
Cease to ring,
The screams of the dying
shall continue to sing.
Hush little baby,
cry no more.
The people will send money,
try to even the score.
In their comfortable homes
they'll sit and ignore.
The children left crying,
the casualties of war.
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