A Picnic
In a few short seconds His life was over To them it was a game—munching on chocolate, potato chips A picnic. His three young daughters stand on the porch Three young hands holding three white flags A picnic. Then, a loud bang A once white flag now permanently stained red A picnic. The shots continue (Why are you doing this?) He screams A picnic.
(Source: McGirk, Tim. “Voices from the Rubble.” Time Magazine. 29 Jan 2009.)