Friday, August 3, 2012

Friday's Children by Afzal Moolla



Apples and Spinach.


The foul odour of fire scarred flesh

Reeks of decomposition.

Fleshy bodies
once animated
now are scatter-shot across
ground irrigated with blood.

It was a surgical strike,
of the smartest weapons
a human can conceive.

Deployed,
with pin-point accuracy,
they decimate
“the bad guys”

Black and brown people
pummeled into a
purple and blue
Purée.

“The good guys,”
behind LCD screens
in climate controlled rooms
scan and surveil villages
for potential targets.

The evil doers—

Camoflauge themselves into a blanket
of mothers and daughters
selecting apples and spinach
at the marketplace unaware that they

—are standing
squarely
in the cross-hairs
of a Shakespearean tragedy.

Copyright © 2012 by Afzal Moolla



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