Who will weep for me?
I was a non-combatant
caught up in a Hell

beyond my understanding,
and all I prayed for was peace.

Who remembers me?
Family vanished with me
when it rained thunder.

Crater where my home had been,
no more than a red puddle.

As live ordinance
that was planted in the earth
claims victims daily.

It costs an arm and a leg
to finance forgotten wars.

M. Zane McClellan

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