March 19, 2005
Dear Mr. Bush,
Have you ever thought about the babies born in Iraq the night you started dropping bombs, or the mothers in labor when the first impacts bloomed like phosphorescent roses? Well, Mr. Bush, the children that took their first breaths as missiles sailed over them en route to their targets turned two today.
Today, those babies are children who walk and talk and laugh and cry and the only thing they know is your war. They don't know about the rule of Saddam Hussein, they don't know about the decade of crushing sanctions, their sole reality is a lifetime of explosions and uncertainty. These are your children, Mr. Bush, and they cry every night. Do you hear them? Do you care?
Happy anniversary,
Dan
Have you ever thought about the babies born in Iraq the night you started dropping bombs, or the mothers in labor when the first impacts bloomed like phosphorescent roses? Well, Mr. Bush, the children that took their first breaths as missiles sailed over them en route to their targets turned two today.
Today, those babies are children who walk and talk and laugh and cry and the only thing they know is your war. They don't know about the rule of Saddam Hussein, they don't know about the decade of crushing sanctions, their sole reality is a lifetime of explosions and uncertainty. These are your children, Mr. Bush, and they cry every night. Do you hear them? Do you care?
Happy anniversary,
Dan
posted by Sinker at 9:58 AM
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