A letter too Mama

Mama the killing

Won’t stop

My gun has seen

Children scream

When bullets

Mow down mercilessly

Mama I can’t take it

Any more

My shattered mind

Is in a turmoil

Mama when will

This killing end

                                        The things I’m doing

I can’t defend

Mama humanity’s

Gone mad

In this far off place

Of desert sands

Friends are dying

As this letter I write

Tell them all at home

Of our horrible plight

Please mama;

Make them see

How we kill needlessly

                                            Just for oil

And mankind’s

Evil selfish greed

Peter Wicks