|A drone's view (Photo credit The Atlantic|
Today's poem is based on this article about a project that shows drone pilots the people they're bombing. I understand this topic has multi layers. This poem is really about putting a face to tragedy.
not just a pixel on a screen
like thunder that follows lightning
that follows thunder,
to be the
starry nights that quiet the
whose soul? the squatter or the bug?
those who suffocate, or those who hide,
or those who run, with
shooting blindly is
than putting a face to the name,
putting a face to the shame.
not just a pixel on a screen,
she is real,
even if not seen.