It screamed downward, splitting air and sky without effort. A target expanded in size, brought into focus by time and velocity. There was a moment before impact that was the last instant of things as they were. Then the visible world exploded.

A weapon does not decide whether or not to kill. A weapon is a manifestation of a decision that has already been made.

A bullet leaves evidence that a mortar doesn't.

And a ton came down on a coloured road,
And a ton came down on a gaol,
And a ton came down on a freckled girl,
And a ton on the black canal,

And a ton came down on a hospital,
And a ton on a manuscript,
And a ton shot up through the dome of a church,
And a ton roared down to the crypt.

And a ton danced over the Thames and filled
A thousand panes with stars,
And the splinters leapt on the Surrey shore
To the tune of a thousand scars.

When I was 10 years old, I fled my homeland amid the bomb blasts of civil war in Sudan.

This is a great irony; bomb blast, not love, gets us united.