For the Foreign made Arms

Foreign made arms arrive in a town
With great honor through Jungles
In helicopters and big ships
welcoming by the hands of God
Promising everyone to reach heaven
Sleeping inside magic carpeted coffins
Propelled by gun powder

And in the land of Rock N’ Roll
A speech was delivered
To a panel of great human beings
Who will be nominated for Nobel Peace Prize
Whose rights are uncountable
Like the numbers of conferences they have attended
In the name of Ethiopia, Bosnia,
Palestine, Uganda, lately Iraq, etc
The speech called out names from the graves
Everyone shed tears of grapes
And swallowed again like grapes

And United Nation observed silence for 2 minutes
And in the town with great honor people are killed
Assured for compensations and dying-harness jobs