Why war?


Yo, giving peace is an art A part of a new start If you were so poor and you got a glimpse of fame I swear it’d probably make you go insane Living the street pain When homies wanna eat they hafta become killers on the street Why does there gotta be war? Why do some people ask for more? Why can’t we just get along? Why can’t everyone notice that violence is wrong? This is gonna make me go loco! I don’t even want no more! These are the questions even Einstein couldn’t figure When you get mad why do you gotta be full of hate? There should be peace in the north, west, south and east. Why about politics? They ain’t important, like hollow sticks Caveman’s use for weapons. Let me hear your voice Cause yo, they ain’t giving you no choice! Yeah, who the heck said America is the best place on all of the earth When people are poor they have to snatch a purse. We gotta do something about this. It doesn’t matter how much you have in the bank, It matters what’s your rank. Why you guys gotta be furious Why can’t we all just have fun and be no too serious. This is making me delirious. When was the last time you started to donate When was the last time you started to not hate. Why do the weak people gotta be bate? Why do you get to choose their own fate? Are you really helping this land Because the poor people’s lives are in your hands. The peace meter won’t even show up We don’t need it to go up we need it to blow up, hold up Some people only have the skin on their back (back!) Some people need water and then they are like ack (ack!) Some people get so mad it seems like their head is about to crack (crack!) What they lack (lack!) is peace Some people are suffocating and drowning The people in the town are frowning Listen to my speech, to help bring about peace.

Bushra, a fourth-grader, read this poem at an antiwar rally in Minneapolis on March 18.