You say the charge of genocide
Is absurd
You say that your History
Is proof
You say that the other side
Is heinous
And barbarian
But is it the other side
Who has killed 10,000 children?
Is it the other side
Who have exiled millions from their homes
Only to know, closely, hunger sickness and hopelessness?
No, you say, all this
Is the proper defense
Of civilization
No genocide here
Only good men
For a good cause
The angels are quite evidently on our side
Don’t you see them grinning?
But as I see the broken bodies
Under heaps of terrorized rubble
And the useless jammed hospitals
And the desperate starving mobs
And the children without eyes
I ask: if this is not Genocide
Then what exactly is?
