My View
Shattered, bloody limbs
of abandoned corpses
drape gray brick avenues
mutated into graves
by lifeless children
transformed into heartless
murderers laughing
at a raped mother's death
while pouring salt
onto the sliced throat
of a boy who climbed
out the bathroom window
down the ladder of his burning
clay house as grenades
entertained the sky
revealing the camouflage
of a towering soldier standing
firmly at the bottom of the steps
holding a black match.
