author – activist – faculty – mom
They fell from the sky
His hands, bombs on her body
Fingers like shrapnel.
Some would blame the land
Her rich soil too inviting
Flaunting her trees, grass
The bomb-dropping man
Simply releases the weapon.
Gravity? Her fault.
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