Most, if not all, of THESE PEOPLE would be alive today if Bush-war hadn't ignored the dozens of warnings about 9/11 and then used the tragedy to coerce Americans into the ghastly illegal and immoral invasion and occupation of Iraq.
I ride the dusty road to Tikrit in your rusack, in my mind you are louder than the rumble of trucks and the cadence of boots marching and men's voices calling over the clatter of guns I smell your sweat trace the path of blood through your veins feel the fetal curve of you your heart is in my eyes every hour I wait for them to kill you and wonder if I'll know when you cease to be copyright May 7, 2004 - Barbara Hatch Vink |
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