Again
the hawks
are venting
their anger
And you can here:
SOS! SOS! SOS!
We need your help,
brothers and sisters,
our life is having loss.

Blasts and fires
make awful mess.
Our best fellows
are grabbed by death.

Our cities are choking
under ruins.
Pentagon is bragging
of its doings.
Hungry and thirsty
are those beasts: –
Babes’ blood and torn flesh
are their feasts.
Again American vultures
are bringing people the hell.
On beautiful ancient Baghdad
bombs and missiles fell.

Bloody mist
covered all the ground,
Iraqi mothers’ damnation
are heard all around.
Death-sowing birds
are circling above.
How much power
must have the peace dove
those ugly hawks
to withstand,
To avert danger
from our land?

And now you, pilot, you again
have taken off to sow pain.
That ancient land under your wings
inhabit peaceful human beings.
They plough and seed and cut their crop,
and oil produce their lives to prop.
But President of your own land,
he’s lifted up his bloody hand
together with his whole band
against that poor hard-working people
who’d suffered from its own Beetle.
You signed your contract and your planes
are flying now to bomb their lanes.

Stop, pilot! Freeze or fall asleep,
And let your plane freeze in the steep
To stop and from that height to peep
At those who suffer so deep.

Can hear you a young girl sings?
Can see you merry running springs?
And all eternal lovely things
That so much love human beings?

And now, pilot, waken, waken!
You hear, a child with fear taken
Near his killed mom crying crawl?
You are a butcher, yes. That’s all.

Again
become angry
American Boss,
And you can here:
SOS! SOS! SOS!
He needs to get more
petrolbucks,
That’s why he’s hawks
have bomby flux.

It ain’t the nature
of a man in khaki
to cry about victims
in Nagasaki.
And burnt Hiroshima
is not their blame.
They know how from death
to make good name.

They can’t be touched –
They are darlings of Fortune,
And they are allowed
To kill and torture.

Today
they hung over
Iraqi land.
Who will be
the next target
of this band?

If you don’t want
To bear your cross,
You hear, nations?
Reply to that SOS!