Words instead of Bombs
Blow me up
Blast me against the wall
Burst me with bombs and guns into a thousand pieces
Shoot me down dead
With bullets to the head
And while my blood runs into the sand
Just think for a moment
That you could have shook my hand
Fired words at me
Instead of bombs.
You could have screamed at me if you wanted,
Shouted, screeched and yelled.
You could have blasted me with a thousand insults;
argued, blarneyed and cajoled,
Brought debate and contention to a head.
We all know now that blood runs red
When innocent people lie dead.