Listen to "War of Stones"
read by Karen Schubert
It just wasn‘t about dirt. No one cares
about dirt. It‘s about identity.
I am a solider of twelve my stones are not stones but pieces of my uncle’s house I want to kill all the soldiers I want to play soccer and go to school I hate them my brothers told me they don’t let us get enough food our uncle was wet with blood my father had blood on his face from my uncle my cousins live with us now we play soccer I can throw stones harder than the small kids when I grow a little older I will kiss lots of girls and wear a jacket over my ammunition if you blow up my image you will see my beating heart my fast beating heart