Bloodied Faces Of Iraqi Children

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Wednesday January 19, 2005 · 4:31 PM PST

2005/01/19 · 16:31

Somewhere in Washington, D.C., cloistered behind the walls of the White House, children are laughing, and their parents are smugly celebrating the second inauguration of their relative, George W. Bush. This is a happy time for them, and they toast each other, completely oblivious to a tragedy unfolding halfway around the world, a tragedy that will never happen to them.

They eat expensive food, drink expensive champagne, and slap each other on the back in congratulations of how their boy has beaten those liberal Democrats. They eagerly await the next four years, when corporate profits will make them even more wealthier and fatter with the increasing cutbacks in corporate taxes and regulations.

Somewhere in Iraq...

A terrified family tries to make their way past a checkpoint amidst a rain of bullets being fired at them.

Unfortunately for the five children in the backseat, the rain of bullets killed their parents, forever taking away their only constant in the war-torn chaos of Iraq.

The youngest child cries, her clothes soaked with the blood of her parents, her innocence completely lost in the loss of parental love and security.

The other children stand around, crying and in shock from the sudden loss of their parents.

Frightened by the light from the soldier's headlight, the boy crouches in fear as the soldier tends to his wounds.

The young girl screams at the sight of the unfamiliar face of the soldier, wanting her parents back.

The soldier brings the young girl to the hospital in order to have her possible wounds looked at by harried doctors.

The soldier goes inside the emergency room with the young girl while her older sister carries in her shell-shocked younger brother.

The doctors bring in the wounded boy, their arms swinging him onto a gurney in the emergency room.

The soldiers check the backseat of the sedan, with the bloodied corpses of the parents still in the front seat.

A team of soldiers pushes the car forward, the bullet holes in the window serve as a reminder of how six children became orphaned.

The Bush family in Washington, D.C., could care less about the six orphaned Iraqi children. They don't care about us either in America. They only care about what happens to them, and how richer they can get on the largesses of the Republican majority in the Congress.