Cafe Before the War

Small Table
coffee and scones
in the distance sirens ring
the waiters sings a familiar song
Then a flair of smoke appears
another landmark disapears
It's another day
In a Cafe before the war.
Thought we would travel
far from home
Across the Atlantic
For a little romatic holiday
Here we are
in a bistro in the Middle East
Sipping Lattes

Does anyone care about the violence
Is it all about who wins
Who shoots who.
Can guns ever be silenced?
Two more coffees
Then talley up the score.
While we sit here in
Our Cafe before the war.