a child in the ashes
by megan t
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
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there is nothing like it
it sensually nourishes
the shadows that you hide in
conveniently obscures the fact that
i am human
my blood is as young and as warm as yours
i know the sting of tears
the familiar ache of loss
but i am Nothing
i am an image
i can do
give me, my savior,
my flag-waving patriot,
give me this knife, this cigarette,
slather my body in your
the bodies of women
strewn like dusty flower petals on deserted streets
feet bloodied walking through the rubble of my home
the family I couldn't save
in the solitude of my devastation
i breathe again
i am a privileged person
my nausea is my privilege
the lives lost in the flurry of bombs,
thank you, my friends, my star-spangled warriors of peace,
for making one more
child in the ashes
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|Reviewed by Catherine Deering
|A rare combination of truth and power..explosive. well-done.|
|Reviewed by Tien Avielle
|war as a way to end conflict has never worked out - when will POLITICIANS ever learn? - you show great thought and style...
glad to know our younger people are at least aware.
|Reviewed by Sara Cunningham
|Reviewed by Erica Ivory
|This write is from your heart and mind. who can disagree with that?|
|Reviewed by Tony Nerone
|A true poem of meaning. Excellent write. I know 50% will disagree.. But we all have the right to do so.