The Victims
We are all victims of warTHE VICTIMS (written at the beginning of the Iraq War) The bombs we drop fall on all of us. The houses that are rubble are my neighbors’ houses and now we live with them in rubble. The boy who lost his arm, the girl who lost her legs, the old man who was shot while walking to the store, the violinist who lost his fingers, the painter who lost her sight. All their blood is our blood. When we invade, we are invaded. The gun...