Channeling Life in The Third Ring

the renewed airstrike bash of steel fighting
flesh disturbs the drinking of red wine in France
crying people die as I am writing
about children who scream in the fire dance

killing one or shattering a thousand
they are young fragile frightened and displaced
the suburban soccer mom's not rousing
her social calendar isn't erased

where we live there's no time for those people
our good life just cannot be revised
for some old house or unknown steeple
that some worshipping foreigner devised

we all know they don't count, they're just troops
not really people,hell man, they're just groups