Fallujah In Pictures
This man was a
freedom fighter,
this man
was a freedom fighter.
These men
were freedom fighters.
This boy was
a freedom fighter.
These piles of men
were freedom fighters.
These dead men
piled on the curb
were freedom fighters.
They’re all dressed
in civilian clothes,
civilian clothes
covered in blood---these men
and boys were freedom fighters.
They are free now,
and their country
is free of them.
And we, too,
we used to be
freedom fighters…long ago…
2 Comments:
This poem is very fine, Reyes. Thanks for sharing it.
Best,
Chris
Thanks,Chris.I always appreciate your comments.
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