A car shot full of holes
ten in dad, six in mom,
And four in each little one.
It was overkill,
Such a waste of lead,
I’m sure after the first six shots
All of them were dead…
We survived the Kuwait War
tip toes barely reaching ground
dangling from a rope
wounded, but neck unbroken––
kicked by the convicted man
Why didn’t the hangman
have mercy and snap our necks?
Why prolong despair?
–Sahar