literary sketch.
somewhat random — writing an essay… and this appeared:
A crash of roaring thunder breaks out, as machine gun fire fills the air. Screams of confusion and agony are drowned out as tanks and aircraft unload their hefty payloads. Explosions and fire lay waste, as soldiers storm in with guns spitting death at innocent civilians and those whom dare stand in their way. Buildings collapse and the ground trembles with the power of an earthquake. Then darkness, pitch darkness; the television set is switched off. Yet still beneath the shards of broken glass and crushed concrete is the unheard cry of a child, lost and perplexed; all innocence gone.
now the poetic underlying question is –
who is the child?
a) a chlid caught in the middle of warfare?
b) a child who is watching the tv? ‘broken glass’ — you can’t see through it anymore :p
*edit* Essay completed & submitted 6:40 — good morning! (so dead today) + *cheers* Jeff for complementing writing style with wakefulness, grammatical checking, and overall funnies 
why not both? both are witnessing the trauma…although one is more close to it than the other?