Unmanned
The bombs drop above my head in the village miles away
The village with my family, my friends
But it is the village with the terrorists
The American Flag waves above me as the planes fly,
symbolizing freedom, safety, security
But the stars are carnage and the stripes are revenge
They are killing us; killing me
But they are trying to kill them, the ones who
crashed airplanes into buildings and shot people dead on the streets
But are our lives really more insignificant,
and are we just collateral damage?
Bombs dropped over my head again, and again
And as the shrapnel brushed against my skin I thought,
It’s ok, I am protecting the
Americans
They think they are helping us, but
my family is gone, my friends are gone,
and they aren’t the radical ones
So the flag didn’t symbolize freedom, it symbolized death
The death of the certain happiness that the marketplace once held
Before the stands were blown to pieces
The death of the laughter that used to fill the skies as the children ran,
happy
The bombs are killing us, not them



