Sarajevo
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1 min readOct 1, 2015
Her white dress stained red
from her missing arm,
she saw her father and dog
lying next to her.
Her face so pretty, only 15,
I wish I was there to dress her wounds
as she looks into a camera,
pleading for help.
I’d bury her father and puppy
if only it would bring her peace.
There is no other face I could stare at
and know that there is hope.
People run from Sniper Alley
where the dead still bear arms.