A low 2x2 window
painted dark green
on the outside
faced a wall
dug with undying
will to die in the name of God.
She had stood up
against the window
for six years out of her eight
and looked at the idea
beyond the room
filled with orphans and abandoned.
She had twenty five
of the thirty chapters in her heart,
she could recite them all
to the pleasure of the Almighty.
The carnage she was
told was His will.
Other than hunger
she was free from
pain and despair.
She had never tasted a bullet,
hamburger or even a
bar of chocolate cheese.
Television, merry go round,
song and dance had
not crossed her life.
She was too young
for lipstick, eyelash or mascara.
She also was too young for this massacre.
Two by two window
with dark green paint
and a hint of white turned all black
that day.
The wall was bombed to rubble
but opened a view.
