The children are dead; mothers are weeping
wars and rumors of wars
The news is not saying - anchors are sleeping
wars and rumors of wars
Down in the Valley, beyond the green fields,
sun shining bright on the weapon he wields,
a man will fight for the family he shields
wars and rumors of wars
~~~~~
It’s spring in the desert, octillo in bloom
wars and rumors of wars
the desert’s alive with Anaqua’s perfume
wars and rumors of wars
Along the recasa, Chachalacas bring
the news of the Valley, where truth-bringers sing
of death on the Rio, where ricochets ring -
wars and rumors of wars
~~~~~
The media glows with celebrity noise
wars and rumors of wars
friends and their foes playing games with their toys
wars and rumors of wars
but down on the Rio, Destiny waits;
word from the front weaving Fortunes and Fates,
bringing the truth of the Guns at the Gates -
wars and rumors of wars
Splendidly and impressively haunting.
Dulce bellum inexpertis, ms Snow. alas.