Face That Screamed War’s Pain Looks Back, 6 Hard Years Later
Wailing
As the world watched
Five year old
Mouth in animal terror
Mother shot, father shot
The camera shutter clicked,
Their blood still wetting her cheeks,
Matting her hair,
Dripping from her hands,
Splattering a clean white sheet, and a pair of army issue combat boots
She is a tufted clump of feathers
A mass of fur and claw
Scratching at Iraqi soil
Now, six winters later,
You show a child her own horror,
Intimate moment, private grief,
Shared with Western world
You return to visit her remains,
To tell her story,
To feed on bones picked clean
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