Why not phone a friend when

	The boys go into war
	You can’t envisage peace any more

Why not phone a helpline when

	The men are fried
	In prison electric chairs

Why not tap a hotline when

	The bombs rain in
	You have no shelter to find

Why not sap the phone power when

	The remains of the unborn
Dragged  into this world dead

Why not talk to Childline when

	The children are shredded
	The TV ratings come in late

Why not contact your head when

	The body bags are shipped in
	Along with worn out guns

Why not telephone your heart when

	The bloodied hand taps you on the shoulder
Asks you to send in more men, but bolder.

Why not phone your own bed when

	The smoke of war and censors clears
	You see the writing on the stained wall

Why not phone the bank when

	You see the dollars clouding the skies
Ask for a permanent heart-loan

Why not phone the world’s leaders when

	They heartily banquet themselves on death
	Ask them not to send you their crumbs

Why not phone the world’s starving millions when

	The next gun shipment leaves for their lands
	Let them know that development aid is on its way.

Why not phone a friend when

	You need the comfort of human warmth
	You see only the dark clouds every day.

Why not phone a friend tell them

	You are slowly dying
The weight is crushing you.