Blind Killing
Blind Killing
As the mist lifts in a cold valley of North Pakistan
the drone flying overhead has a clear view.
It sees the terrorist who stops his car outside
a house and enters. An order is harshly given,
a red button pushed, the house explodes
and an enemy of USA and the world is killed.
So is seven children in the house sleeping in their beds,
and women who were arising to prepare breakfast….
But this is war, and there are victims.
And we stay silent as we do not see their agony.
killings have become abstract but the hate it leaves
behind will cause more hate and more wars.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2012
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