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Iraq in April No target left to topple? Kill the saviour. He came in war to bring us peace, God love him. Take our children, if you’ve time. Land of Analysts, this is no accident, Our deaths and yours. We earned our mess and you Judas Are only God’s handmaiden. If that. Run, will you run? Now that you don’t like What you have founded here? Uncaged from soul cages Should we choose your freedom? And what if we should not? More death? More liberation? God Is. Great if you can stomach The body bags that drag This truth home to your hearth. Great if you cannot. Any which way, You lose. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Rachel F. Spinoza On Date: 2004-05-07 11:56:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.60000
God Is.
Great if you can stomach
The body bags that drag
This truth home to your hearth.
Great if you cannot.
Any which way,
You lose.
Indeed. What a tragic time this is. Powerful poem which brings the truth home even if
the Bushes want to hide the photos