Dependence

As the smell of blood
Fills my nose
As the dusty air
Makes me choke
I see my wife and child
Covered in blood dead
And limbs torn apart
I sit and wait for bombs
To stop

My neighbour runs over
To where I am
Yelling and screaming
His family and children
All dead too

“Who do we depend on now?
Who is out there to help?”

That is when we think:
“Hezbollah, Hezbollah, Hezbollah”

Peter Najjar, Wednesday 14th November, 2007, 12:03 p.m.