(with apologies to Douglas Stewart)
Sigh, wind in the dunes Mothers, weep as you go For uranium munitions were used here Not that awfully long ago. In the streets and market places The debris has been swept clean But the atoms of uranium keep poisoning: These can not be seen. The women still wail in Fallujah Death of deformed children is slow For those terrible weapons were used here: The grief started years ago. Sigh, wind in the dunes For vile acts that we deplore Mutations will serve to remind us all For four hundred years or more. Granny Dawn
