The dirty faces… the dirty little face

of the tiny hand races of children

standing in the burnt out rubble

paint over the dark children’s trouble

and sip on that latte and read your Emile Bronte

and complain about the price of gas.

CNN paints what we see.

 Have you ever stared in the green eyes of a baby Iraqi?

Picked the shrapnel from the nursery and thought

what is the difference between that of your child’s dying screams

and as for me I can’t get clean?

I’m filthy with guilt equal to the blood split so

watch that Sweet Sixteen, buy right into the scene.

No one wants to watch pot belly children scream.

So ignore it, how historic, and let the government decide how to score it.

And if you don’t feel, and if you don’t care

take a look and the dirt and remember soon you’ll be there.

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