2:50pmA Poem by Derek ubuntu Dunham
Shrapnel flying through the air
Piercing flesh and muscle Splitting skin wide open And spilling so much blood Across the sidewalk The percussion of the blast reaching almost simultaneously but felt first Sparkling shards of glass raining down on innocent civilians People are wailing louder than the sirens that are almost on their way Seconds later, another blast Runners running in different directions some watching in horror while others rush to help Chaos envelops the flag lined street. We hear of war every day on the news but rarely feel the impact These bomb blasts are a new experience for almost everyone present. New Yorkers know the fear and insecurity this elicits but not as well as the citizens of the countries we've been bombing for over ten years since. We don't fight the war on drugs by sticking needles into the veins of our children So why, Why WHY are we dropping bombs perpetuating terror in other places as though more is less.
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