Arabs hail shoe-hurling journalist As time bends the body down, war, torture, agony and lies do erect the mind in rage. O! Had he the strength to hurl the millions of bones. Supreme Court orders review of Guantanamo torture case What of this dismal occasion is left to unearth, what of it do we not already know? Their echoes of anguish grown of our stillness like flag draped caskets floating home. The misery chambers long quiet, save for the lasting pleas of vengeance. Israel frees hundreds of Palestinian prisoners A bird of prey was meant to fly. Move about like dreams. Soar like a mighty dragon. They were not meant to be caged! (Where’s the sport in that?) © 2008 mrp/tpm
(The Weaver's Song)