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.)