Bombs in Baghdad
The al-Dhouri family
Sits together to
Eat dinner
And it's scorching hot
From the electricity
Blackout
And there is a broken
Water mane
From a sabotage attack
From the insurgents
And the little kids aren’t
In school because its
Not open
And they can’t play in the
Street because the Mom
Is scared to death that
They will get killed
Or abducted from
The gangsters and
Jihadists
Who rule the street.
Americans pop up
Sometimes
With tanks and look
Around
Make some raids
Put black hoods
On some
And then leave.
Everything then reverts
To before.
Jets are heard in the
Distance
And military planners
Picked a target.
On charts of death.
Keeping statistics
In the “Killed terrorists”
Category.
And all of a sudden
There is a terrifying
Boom
And in a flash
The Dhouri’s splatter
In a mosaic on their
Now crumbled walls.
Like Guernica
But it never hangs in an
Art museum.
Few will ever really know
Their fate.
But they are collateral
Damage.
An accident.
Of bad wiring.
Technology.
And they now have
Made an sacrifice for
Democracy.
They never asked to
Make.