London is burning

"London is burning" the television shouts.
Letters are read, of prayer and hope.
From all over the world kind wishes are sent,
To the people of London, our allies, our friends.

Fifty are dead the papers say,
Seven hundred more are hurt.
World leaders say it was a horrible thing,
Vowing to place blame.

Hundreds are killed in Iraq every week.
A footnote on the third page news.
No letters are sent, no prayers are given.
With the people of Iraq, no hope is shared.

Two days later, the papers still shout,
London under attack! Two more bombs found!
A car bomb in Iraq, women and children dead,
A paragraph is devoted.

Days after the London attacks,
Two bodies are identified,
Their names shouted across airwaves.
In Iraq five civilians are dead.

No names are given, no faces shown.
Does anybody even know?
Who are these people?
Does anyone even care?

A war is being fought a world away.
Americans are dead, Englishmen as well.
Innocent women and men die every day.
In Iraq the bombs and bullets never stop.
"London is burning" the papers shout.