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Jessie Y., Ahwahnee, CA

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THE BOMBS
                                        soar.
Lightning flashes          Lightning flashes
on a calm
                                        summer day.
The aid becomes
                                        the monster.
Civil people
                                        throw stones
at the innocent.
The world watches                 The world watches
in fear          in fear
wondering
          who will
Save their children?          save our children!
war ...                                        war ...
war ...                                        war ...
war ...                                        war ...
How can                                        How can
war
                                        prevent the
distortion of freedom?          distortion of freedom?
A small
                    child
sits and colors                    sits and colors
a union of races                    a union of races
hand in hand.                    hand in hand.
As the
                                        bombs
crash
                                        through
her little bedroom           her little bedroom
window!                                        window!
Who gets
                                        hurt in a war?
soldiers ...
                                        parents ...
friends ...
                                        countries ...
and a
                                        man working
the late shift                              the late shift
at a building
                                        he was just there
to clean                              to clean
Yet still the bombs                         Still the bombs
rip through                              rip through
a pale purple-red
                                        sky.
Another flag is
                                        burned
in the name                              in the name
of freedom.                              of freedom.


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