Monday 3 November 2014

a tank over a child



You drive your tank over my child.
I throw a stone at it.

The death of my child
Is accidental, collateral damage.
My stone is a willful act of terrorism.

We are both agreed
This is a true statement of facts
As you look down
Through the TV camera, in the chopper, high above the tank,
And I, down below on the earthen  ground
Cradling the remains of my child.

You think you will live forever.
I known you won’t.

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