It's an ordinary Sunday
few clouds in the sky
the sun is bright and warming…
there are people passing by
birds are singing sweetly
dogs and owners smile
cats lay in the fresh cut grass
purring all the while
just an ordinary Sunday
when so many are at war
bombs and guns and hand grenades
men that are no more
lifeless children counted
faces far away
as we sit around our barbecue
on this ordinary Sunday.
