John Powell - Flowers In Baghdad

Driving slowly
Day is hot
Sweat dripping
eyes scanning
Sky turns black
sun is gone
Nose twinges
Smell of sulfur
Door open
on the ground
Running hard
breathing harder
Bodies there
blood soaked seats vacant
Tears well up
no help here
Turn around slow
hope no one sees
A beautiful flower
standing alone
Looking back at me

John Powell

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