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[bodytext] => Her name is Samira
She is five She sees the silver bird flying through a clear blue sky It glints in the sun and catches her eye Fifteen seconds pass slowly... The sight brings happy memories to her mind Little tinsel squares thrown at a joyous wedding The tiny silver horse she had loved so much in the bazaar A sparkle of water in the market square Ten seconds pass, a leaf falls gently... She smiles and squints in the sun and closes one beautiful brown eye The better to see her silver bird fly The bird makes a long slow arc She loves the shape of the curve it makes Like the curve of her arm shielding her eyes Her thoughts go to her very own tree And the soft shapes of its lovely limbs And she thinks of the sound Of the leaves at night How they take her off to sleep Five seconds of love and light remain... The sun has warmed her to sleepy dreaming Creeping under the shade of her protecting arm And in playful loving and new thoughts waking She touches her cheek And runs to tell......... §§§- On the side of the 'bird' in large letters: 'From Uncle Sam' and a grin The missile cost so many dollars So many gifts that could have been... Perhaps for ten thousand children And two worlds so much nearer But death from the sky could never bring A tiny horse to our Samira Having lost its track and trajectory The maps of its mind don't work And who will ever know why It saw the house as a target Was it lost and dreaming too? And through a fever of confusion A little village house Seemed a better place to die Than its sad mechanical mind Too cold and lonely in the sky Ten days go by in a fiery heat before a GI passes by Thinking of his lovely daughter The apple of his eye The bloody bones he tidies up And throws them in the sewer 'Some damned unlucky Iraqi cat or dog' Our world is now one fewer [comments] => 7 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 16 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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