the fruits of torture, acts
committed in our names
A loss of identity, our place in the world
compromise, failed convictions,
missed opportunities
A growing reservoir of hate,
of those ready to take up arms
strap on bombs,
against us, our interests
Failing a moral test
doing that which we abhor
and bearing its stain
for years to come
June 16, 2007 16:59
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