In the name of Progress

Jet tails criss-cross the turbulent blue
as the roof of Africa slowly descends
to truth in a sirens last cry.

Children fight to be slaves as they drown
in the blackest oil. Machete scared hands;
black, red, yellow and white,
reach for the lies in stars and stripes.

The sands of Iraq remember the faded blue
found in hearts behind the promise
of red and white; the beacon of hope
becoming a government's lure.

A nation's innocence stripped away
with every innocent man's dieing breath,
their families sacrificed in the name
of another country's progress.