THOSE LITTLE GIRLS

THOSE LITTLE GIRLS

let us not
be too hasty
to condemn

let us not
rush to conclusions

little girls now
all of them I do
believe under
the age of ten

but give them
another ten, twenty years
who knows, who can forsee,
what they might not
grow up as,
horribly change into

who can show me
their note books,
their sjetch pads

assure me
there everything is
as the weepy weak press
are telling us

pictures of Mom and Dad
the sun, the tree, a house,
a swing, a cat
themselves
     in their best dress

little poems and prayers
celebrating life
and love

like normal little girls
our Western girls

and not, as I am more
inclined to believe,
curses and tirades
calls for
   a world full
of destruction
and death

drawings of drones, pictures
of missiles raining down
vengeance on
bad bad cities
ballistic rockets shooting
up into space
with (drawn in red
red
   blood red crayon)

blood red noses
and fiery tales

who
can dispute this
deny
this possibility?

the evidence
disappeared