Aliens

The Aliens By the sandy shores of Ghazzat, a young boy stood. The sea was calm and turquoise and he dreamed of sailing away one day. He was awoken by the noise of artillery, tanks and fighter jets; the aliens were on a collective punishment mode, to teach his people a lesson, having had the cheek to hold a democratic election and voted the wrong party into power. On a hill, on the other side of the border, youngsters were applauding the carnage. Billows of smoke and flashing fires, like watching fireworks in the middle of the day. What a great day! Coffee and strudel was served to the hungry crowed. The boy, by the shore, was hit by a stray bullet, mind he had no business being there, and as his blood oozed into the peaceful sea and sailed away, he looked up and saw the grinning face of a fighter pilot, not much older than himself who, after his mission, had a story to tell his mates.