"The bullet that goes through the soldier goes first through the mother's heart" --Vietnamese Soldier

Women are the tragic victims caught up in War. They are often the non combatant fatalities. In this piece, a woman looks pleadingly at the sky awaiting an answer that does not come to her question "Why?"

Her baby is dead. It is colored blue and purple, the colors of death. She screams to heaven again. She wants to pour out her spirit over her child to resurrect him. She cries out "Murder" to anyone who will listen.

Houng asks for her: "Who will pay for this war crime?"

The villages are stained with the blood of innocents. The woman is pelleted by red rain-a hard rain like nails the pierce through her skin and penetrate her soul.

Who will pay for the damage? Who will be left to sort out the dead? Wh o will gather together the broken shards of WAR?

We have known this Third World for a long time. Enter the Fourth World.-the World's Refugees :

They have lost their identities.

They have no passport
They have no country.
Deselfed.

Who will define who and what they are as human beings?

Text By, Sandi Wicina, Curator of Arts
©2004. Art, War, and Peace Museum.