Monica E. Smith

Monica E. Smith

Friday, July 02, 2010

Sand Box

Sand Box
(for Tony)

The scene is the same
Only the faces change
But the innocent are not protected
They are little boys sitting in tanks,
Pointing their guns at the enemy
"Bang, you're dead!"
They are gathered at mess or prayer
Or at rest, little boys playing
In front of the camera, compelling
Those at home to believe
They are fine and happy and, well...
So I believe—I must believe when I see
Those sweet little-boy faces
Smiling at me from thousands
Of miles away, playing in the sand
Of Fallujah and Marja, Kabul and Kandahar
Places that sound like made up little-boy names
Rather than killing fields

(pictures published with permission)

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