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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=581961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>War Photograph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=581961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A naked child is running <br>along the path toward us, <br>her arms stretched out, <br>her mouth open, <br>the world turned to trash <br>behind her.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=581961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She is running from the smoke <br>and the soldiers, from the bodies <br>of her mother and little sister <br>thrown down into a ditch, <br>from the blown-up bamboo hut <br>from the melted pots and pans. <br>And she is also running from the gods <br>who have changed the sky to fire <br>and puddled the earth with skin and blood. <br>She is running--my god--to us, <br>10,000 miles away, <br>reading the caption <br>beneath her picture <br>in a weekly magazine. <br>All over the country <br>we're feeling sorry for her <br>and being appalled at the war <br>being fought in the other world. <br>She keeps on running, you know,<br>after the shutter of the camera <br>clicks. She's running to us. <br>For how can she know, <br>her feet beating a path <br>on another continent? <br>How can she know<br>what we really are? <br>From the distance, we look <br>so terribly human.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Kate+Daniels">Kate Daniels</a></strong></div>