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They are calling this the cleanest warin all of military history.--Tom Brokaw, April 2, 2003
Tell that to the ravens plucking out eyes on the blood-packed sand
To fathers cradling the last of their hopes in the torn bodies of sons
To young girls swelling with the unwanted gifts of swift strong soldiers
To mothers and wives pulling veils of grief over their faces as they wash the dead
Tell the children who wander dazed with thirst, alone among rat-swarmed ruins
how lucky they are
Patricia Wellingham-Jones
Published in Peace Room, Museumofpoetry.com, 4/24/03;
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