Focus: This Picture (IV)

Did you get on the internet in heaven
Did you access your mail
Did you see the line up of the dead,
Of women and children
In that village
A mile long, on the street
Slit by the throat !

For once,
My mind died
And I wondered why
The sight didn’t kill me
So I can be in heaven
And see it on the internet
With you .

Bose.