NO MAS

I never want to drop another bomb.

I never want to watch potential die.

A little girl who could have been a mom,

A Peace Deal that we didn’t get to try.

We’ve spoken of our court of kangaroos,

And innocents who didn’t get to live;

With naught to gain, and so much left to lose,

And still no hint of a sure objective.

I’m not convinced we ever got to think

Much less assess a whole decision tree;

I thought we’d need a second kitchen sink

To reach this level of hyperbole.

Was there a Popsicle joint in this town?

I can’t surrender when my hands are down.