The Aftermath of War

Now the war is over, the troops are coming back,
Some in wooden boxes, the mourners wearing black,
The joy of victory is over, reality has set in,
Everywhere you go people look gaunt and thin,
Children wearing rags, no shoes upon their feet,
Badly malnourished, having little food to eat,
Victory makes you feel good until you look around,
See the burnt out buildings razed to the ground,
Shops with no windows, hotels with no floors,
Offices without workers and hospitals with no doors,
There are no emergency services, the roads are full of holes,
People looting aimlessly, others like lost souls,
The coalition forces are tending to the sick,
More NATO aid is needed, it must arrive quick,
Dead bodies being collected and finally laid to rest,
Have they really been helped by people from the west?
They say that time's a healer, one day they shall see,
Was the fighting necessary, are they really free?
They've been saved from a tyrant, Saddam he rules no more,
But the true cost of freedom was having to go to war.

Baby Angels

God grant to me the reasons why
Innocent children have to die,
No harm or evil have they done
Their young lives had not begun.

How do you choose which ones to take?
It's not a choice that I could make
Their lives so short it seems unfair,
It makes me think that you don't care.

You make them angels in heaven above,
But deny to them their parents' love,
Brothers and sisters they will never know,
Families unable to watch them grow.

No chuckles or laughter to be heard,
They will never know how much we cared,
So God hear me as to you we pray,
Please keep them safe both night and day,

Watch over them as we would have done,
Assure them that one day we will come,
So when at last you call from above
We will be reunited in Heaven and Love.