from a conference room in London,
a dark bunker in Kenya,
a military base in Nevada,
they shall issue an order to kill
one innocent life now or let the suicide bombers
kill eighty later,
he put two more sugar cubes in his tea,
he's been on ground zero in market places
strewn with body parts.
meanwhile the drone hummed overhead
as the little girl sat in the hot sun selling her bread,
too close to the target house.
i could hear the humming of the fast steering mirror
i work at the place that makes them
thousands of them
my hands are not clean
the hands of al-shabab are dripping blood
we are caught, all caught in
this bloody war.