DEATH WITH NO BORDERS
Open my chest
Not like that!
Stupid! Put the knife
Away make like
(God I hate the word like)
Angel wings preparing for flight. 
And now and now make room
And some more don’t stop
Praying, and if you don’t
Believe make a donation
Give and give again until
You are seething in the need
For surgery, here, there
And everywhere. You can see
So many torn bodies. After you
Are sewn up with magnificent stitches
You will see so many bodies,
organs ripped from their middles
Somewhere else we say,
Hamstring the media, we don’t
Want to see My Lai repeats.
Let it be (new) Somewhere else(but)
Take my money. Please, take my money
Enough to release my mind.
Leaving yesterday in Iran.
Let’s believe in yesterday.
When Trump bombs in Iran.
(It’s awkward as hell but I wanted to say something now.)