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WEDNESDAY (6/3/09)


Obama pays call to King Abdullah
It is as it has been this closeness with kings. It is as it should be these gestures of goodwill. It is as it shall be the backside of reason. Truth be told, we need keep them closer.

Bagram: Obama's new Guantanamo?
New, fresh and haunted? The siren song wafts over Bagram, calling for warfare without anguish. Someone needs it this way, new. Fresh. Idealized.

Cheney Defended Interrogations
O! I’ve no room for this fear monger’s bluster! I've more to do, more to add than trembling cures. We've a bright and long-lasting peace to build, assembled from the stacks of bleached bone.

'Artery' Exhibit Prompts an Art Attack in Arkansas Town
These controversies over art give me little pause. The paintings aren't flamboyant, crude or outlandish. They’re the artists thoughts, subjective, and that is all. One would think they depicted the deceit of mankind, but that particular work of art is reserved for bigots.

Bin Laden message: Obama sowing hatred
O! Another fear monger’s bluster paints the page! We've more to do than this shaking might heal! Don’t you know by now that we know not how to listen? We have our own misery, our own stagnant pain to feel and deliver and occupy and murder and drain and ignore and steal.



© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
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