This is the news from the other side,
a bridge that doesn't connect
sides but rather transforms humans, from one end
to the other, without leaving a trace on the ground-
this is not science-fiction, but rather a reality
forcing open eyes, where cemeteries force you
to close them instead- shut them
from the falling shrapnel and screams
this is the news report for this morning:
a detail report of numbers and names,
some stain the papers with bodies, with an infinite number
death number 134 for the day, for the hour
the hour of death knows not the name
disregards familial ties, educational backgrounds,
like one was five foot ten, ten years in school
and one ambition to stand on two feet
provided by a previous piece of news-
it is dangerous, difficult to read the papers
there is more in the news from the other side
than death, sometimes a lower scale
sometimes, a happiness-
like a tune of a face under a veil
or a step toward tomorrow in a better country
made to fit ones desire
it is easier to ignore the news from here, from over there
close the televisions, open the eyes.
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