Why by Brian
Amer
Little girl,
Sprawled across the Sarajevo sidewalk,
Who
you
are
calling for?
Your dog, Faithfully lying by your side?
He cannot Nor The
will
And
his
No
life
hear you,
he
lick
your wounds,
has drained from his eyes.
head
matter
will perk
up no more.
how long you
call
him.
Little girl,
Who
are
you pleading
for?
The neighbors within their cellars? They cannot help you as you struggle
to rise.
Fear has paralyzed their nerves.
And
preservation deafened their ears to your pleas.
They dare not venture
into Sniper's Alley.
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