A Child of a Few Hours Is Burning to Death

A child of a few hours

Is burning to death

Her eyes are full of smoke

Her mouth is full of fire

Napalm is perfect

For women and children

Forgive us, Forgive us

We should have called Suzy and Bobby

They like to watch fires

Pretend it's not happening

It will be clipped

Out of tomorrow's new show

After the funeral after the feast

With so many bodies at our feet

We should have called Suzy and Bobby

They like to watch fires

We all are nothing

But soft moist people

With soft moist hands

Folded over our buttons

Silently sleeping

Cold and unmoving and doing nothing

We should have called Suzy and Bobby

They like to watch fires

A child of a few hours

Is burning to death

Her eyes are full of smoke

Her mouth is full of fire