No More War

Yellow ribbons gather on the trees and,
Yellow ribbons garnish their sleeves,
As citizen's blood becomes the red we spill in war,
And colors are what dead eyes can see no more.

So yellow ribbons wrap the trees,
While bombs blast the sand to its knees,
And countries begin to sew,
Yellow ribbons to the body bags,
Let yellow ribbons become refugee rags,
And remember that dead yellow eyes cannot see their own toe tags.
@ RH Bee 4/19/03