If war starts in the desert,
In the Arabian sky, high-tech weapons with their black fuselages intersecting, black smoke billowing up; sirens screaming-- forty-five years ago we too lived in and out of air raid shelters, night and day. Babies and the sick we took with us; fear immobilized us. And at the end of it all, Hiroshima was burned alive in the atomic flash. We must not let the people of the desert be wiped out by atomic and biochemical weapons.