Flash of a camera.
Shot from a gun.
Click, a distant finger
Exposes the truth,

That you would have buried
Amongst the bodies in the sand.
Rolled over with aggressive force
So no trace could be left
Just red truth seeping into
The mouth of the thirsty beaten ground
Who will excrete the lies
Too hard to digest.
Deceitful coloured vomit
Stained
Is left on your hands
A taste in your mouth,
You took away their kisses
Their peaceful,empowered kisses
Who lay looking for sacred lips
Grasping for life’s breath.
Wheeled Hafaza tried to save them.
Watched by innocent eyes
Unprovokingly destroyed.
Now tainted, corrupted
Blinded by what you let them see,
Their tongues have not been sealed
Our fingers can still trace
The blood upon your hands,
It’s there, for all to witness.

Flash of a camera.
Shot from a gun.
Click, a distant finger
Exposes the truth.

Inspired by Bradley Manning and the subsequent leaked video of civilian killings in Iraq