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We
will prevail,
He
insists.
President
of the
United States
Turns
to his people
We
the people? Will prevail.
The
people to prevail
Turn
to their little screens
And
watch the bombs
Falling
screaming falling
Over
and over again with deadly monotony.
The
soldiers on the ground
Turn
to their superiors
Wait
for their orders
With
jittery nerves and false bravado
Spitting
out the dust of war.
The
dusty child, confused by the rubble,
Turns
to call his mother
Lying
open-mouthed beside him
Voiceless
mother
Lies
silent till the day of judgment.
A
lonely man of frustrated conscience
Turns
away from the President,
the
people, the soldiers, this child.
And
becomes another grain of sand in the desert
A
barren man in a barren land.
By Marwa Elnaggar
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