Woorden: David Rovics. Ballad of a Cluster Bomb.

I was born between factory walls
I was conceived amongst the ivory halls
And in this world I knew my role
I went to work with a single goal

I traveled the earth to far-off lands
From the Asian jungles to the African sands
I flew in planes of camouflage green
Before I settled upon this scene

Like a shooting star I came to rest
And this farmer's field is where I nest
Watching the seasons come and go
Watching the long grass grow and grow

The years pass by and I lay here still
For my purpose is clear for me to fulfill
The sun was out, it was the middle of May
When the farmer's three children came out to play

They ventured near; I lay in wait
One unknowing step sealed their fate
One thousand shards of plastic rose
From where I lay and through their clothes

Into their bodies the shrapnel sank
Here in this field by a river bank
The blood poured down, shone in the sun
And one cluster bomblet's job was done