Blitzkrieg

the assault at noon
like lightning and thunder
at the foot of the hill
bodies spreading
dead
women wailing
and children
weeping

this is the latest bombardment
of a moslem village,
bombing at night when
some peaceful
religious souls
are praying inside their homes

unreasonable lightning attack,
and dirty offensive,
an onslaught of the civilian mind,
illegal raid,
shelling of lies,

and so they also strike
like what was done to them

but what was written on the front page
of the news
the following morning
was altogether different

damn! i said.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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