Jetsum of our own wrath

In the salty wrath of the ocean
Tousled bodies lie
Children full of hope and joy
There before us die
Why we ask ourselves those of us
Caring of these scenes
Because we interfered with them
We used our grand machines
To bomb and strafe their villages
Their bridges and their schools
They are children and their parents
Are not the bloody fools
They are truly caring people
Lost in the froth and strife
Tossed in the brine rich breakers
Washed up in what is life
Other people living people those we didn’t know
They do not speak our language
Its embarrassing when they show
Up upon the beaches lifeless lost but there
Staring with their open eyes
At so many unaware
Some will turn their heads away
Trying to forget
Others will think nothing of it
And that is their mind set