Excuse Me While I Get A Tissue

I’m not a poetry person, usually, but I heard a story on NPR about a Seattle Arab-American author who wrote about places like Syria, where it becomes difficult to remember the individual human lives that are shrouded by the dirty cloud of war and violence.

The best writing, in my opinion, is simple and straightforward, yet pierces directly to your heart.

“Running Orders”

They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.

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