French Fry Girl

CAUTION: Gore and violence

I called her the French Fry Girl because she'd been burnt to a crisp

She had no hair

No ears

No nose

Her eyes were hanging out of their sockets like Newton Balls

All the fat on her body had melted off

She no longer resembled a human being

But she was still alive

"Who did this to you?" I asked

"The........Fat.........Man," she replied

Her mother knelt by her side

Weeping rivers of sorrow

And the French Fry Girl died

Right there in her arms

Her mother began screaming and shrieking

So that all the world could hear her woe

Then she whispered these words over and over

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I saw them once before

And I've seen them again

I see them in the gleams of big, shiny weapons

I see them in the hearts of those who think life is but a game

I see them in the eyes of an old woman as she asks me

"Why do men fight?"

And you know what?

They're still there