Two Children

Two Children

Surviving a chaos of violence, starvation and germs
bombs and missiles going off all around them
The stink of sewage from a ditch not far away.
Bullets zinging by them missing so far.
Huddled together living in fear of a
circumstance they don’t understand.
parents gone, dead, maybe murdered
Two children dead of heart attacks
found huddled together, five years of age
by a doctor doing on-the-ground body counts in Iraq
Way higher civilian counts than anyone else had.
He found two more just the same way
Somewhere else.

It was when the IDF used white phosphorus
on civilians in southern Lebanon.
charred, burned, dead bodies of innocent children
Call ’em what you want;
They’re still civilians.
Call ’em what you want; they’re still
War criminals.

Two children twelve years of age
House run under by an armored bulldozer
running in the streets starving under an
illegal food and medical embargo.
Parents dead, gone; no medical care for them.
Mama dead in childbirth
.308 sniper fire flies by them as they
fight tanks and dozers with slings and rocks
They swear after this they will fight
the rest of their lives to survive and
so their people and values survive too
the global predator that has come
and stolen their lands.

Two children playing, luxuriating in the noonday sun
Japanese children playing without a care
Big bright flash and they are gone
75% of them boiled away by a bomb
no one should ever use on
anyone, Ever.
Forward, demon progress;
no apologies
Only deformities
Stillborn.

Lyle Courtsal 8/7/10

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