31.07.15

We do not set fire
Not babies.
Not in the middle of the night.
We shoot, in the back.
Illegals, suspects, protesters.
In broad daylight, on the barbed wire fences.

[...] That is not our way
Not one child, not one mother
For us it's nothing personal, not at all
We - five hundred children
We - a carpet of families
Evaporated into space.