Not so smart, even guided by lazer beams they fall short of the mark
Friendly fire?
What's friendly about being shot at
or being blown to pieces by your so called allies
with friends like those who needs emimies
A child with large brown eyes
and stumps where arms and legs used to be
lies among the rubble of a home that once sheltered him
crying not from his wounds
but for the demise of a mother
canals of black gold set on fire blot out the sun
turning day into night
trying to confuse the angels of death that fly overhead
bringing armageddon.
Author notes
For all of the children who suffered the horrors of war
and for all of the parents who lost children.
Written June 21st, 2006
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