Casualties
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1 min readJun 7, 2017
Worst of all were
the wounded children.
A land-mine here,
some napalm there,
little lives
altered forever.
We swooped
from the sky and
patched them up.
What did they
think of us?
Fair skinned giants
who maimed
and who healed.
Even now they
haunt my dreams
like hungry ghosts,
always asking
the question I
can never answer:
Why? Why? Why?
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