We have set loose a band
of murdering angels
turbaned, bearded, full
of wrath, sliding across
our mapped out plan
and pissing on it while
filled with righteous
indignation, and carrying
scimitars.
Heads roll without dignity
across a littered floor.
The angels grunt with
satisfaction over a job
well done. We gasp...
It's all too much to bear
we never dreamed it
would come to this...
We must do SOMETHING!
Hate them more, kill
their children,
write scathing articles,
set loose more dogs,
declare another war.
The angels squat on
desert sands,
cover their mouths
with head scarves,
live calmly through
dust storms
and wait patiently.
A. Murray June 23, 2004
Note: During both the bombing of Afghanistan, and the Invasion of Iraq, I was writing commentaries that could have gotten me into a lot of trouble. I was always afraid of my own words, but my heart was sick from the terrible destruction taking place in lands far away from here. I still see the pictures of dead children being wrapped by family members for burial. I am not alone in this.
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