The children's ward in Basra
(Dim light, revealing hospital bed. Shields walk round, reacting to what they see. Pictures of deformed children are projected in the darkness.)
FREDERICK:
3.30pm. In the hospital, children lie, dying. Some try to smile. A mother says: What has my son done to Bush that he should die like this? Tears are insufficient reply.
6.35pm. Thank God we didn't see any of the terribly deformed children born here every week. The lucky ones are born dead. The rest die in a day. (To audience.)
WAR CRIMES OF THE RICH!.
MICHELLE(off):
Oh, it was awfool, those poor children lying there, dying from radiation sickness And their poor little smiles.
