Here Was Our Home

This is the remnant Of the place I once called home It is no longer whole The spot where we once spread our mat That has become my brothers' grave Buried by shrapnel Let the diplomats continue You dine and wine at the state house See;the war is not on television We are not winning; Play no politics with our pain We are nowhere near victory; for today hundreds died at the market But you chose to bribe the news reporter instead.