daily 100

she sits atop the rubble
clutching a bloodied hand
protuding from the smashed concrete
and spintered wood
her cheery playdress covered in gray soot
her face vacant, voice silent

where is her mother?
where is her father?
where is her country?
who is she?

she is lebanese
she is israeli
she is palestinian

she is iraqi
she is kurd

she is pakistani
she is chechen
she is afghani

she is maylasian
she is philipino
she is cambodian

she is somali
she is congolese
she is algerian

she is columbian
she is peruvian

she is all of us

she is you