You can drop bombs on my town,
shoot little boys in the head and kneecaps,
seeking vengeance on the future.
In an ethnic cleansing massacre,
you can aim your ceaseless missiles
at my little, trembling heart.
You can flatten my hometown to rubble,
erase my people,
tank down my house,
my neighbors, my parents—
you can drop bombs
on my sleep.
But you will never bomb my dream.
You cannot bomb my ragdoll,
nor steal the smile
she still wears.
