i remember blood on the asphalt the cries of hungry children the empty old girl she told of how she and her brothers and sisters first had to bury dead parents and their bodies
I remember blood stains on the asphalt, the cries of hungry children, the empty expression of a ten-year old girl when she told of how she and her brothers and sisters first had to bury their dead parents and then move their bodies to another grave when the soldiers tried to eliminate the evidence of mass murder in a village near my town.
I remember blood on the asphalt, the cries of hungry children, the empty a old girl she told of how she and her brothers and sisters first had to bury dead parents and their bodies to another grave when the soldiers tried the evidence of mass murder a village near town.