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[aid] => Mick
[title] => a little girl
[time] => 2003-08-25 03:35:00
[hometext] => an innocent
[bodytext] => a little girl with large dark eyes in a faded red skirt with yellow flowers, pulls at the scarf that covers her hair, and rushes her step to keep pace with her mother. oh say can you see, the tanks rolling by, dark bumps on the line between earth and the sky, backlit by fiery haze veiling stars resemble roaches scurrying from light. please don’t leave me mamma, please don’t let go my hand, don’t loose me, I don’t understand what we did wrong, why do they hurt us, why to call us evil mamma, am i bad. and the rockets’ red glare smell of blood in the air point your dagger at the heart of the regime the general said, like a coach before a game come join my prayer boys, for we kill in god’s name. while a little girl with large dark eyes huddles in a makeshift tent, feels the ground shake reaches for her mother’s warmth, and gentle touch. please hold me mamma, tight, keep me safe this night. then conquer we must, holy ground, sacred oil once loosed, there's no hiding from a heat seeker prayers for the mosque, find your shelter elsewhere, but ever watchful of occasional misfire. and a little girl with large dark eyes wakes to the blast of a bomb and screams, searing metal shard in her leg, her mother lay dead, the tent topples, a shroud now, for mother and child. the bombs bursting in air, shatter windows and lives, dismember bodies, stain the ground red, hush the screams, and leave babies dead, oops, misfire, too bad for collateral damage, but the cause makes it fair. and a little girl with large dark eyes lays crying, bleeding, under a toppled tent please don’t leave me mamma, who will hold me near and in dawn’s early light, feels her mother grow cold. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 57 [informant] => painted_echos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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