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SUNDAY (6/7/09)

Obama remembers bravery of D-Day vets
They moved down into the valley of the shadow and found death there. They marched into its jaws, quaking at its countenance with an eagles fortitude leaving their breath for it to commit to memory. They battled onward so this day could breathe, saved this world that we might salvage our spirits, that we might remember what it meant to live.

Obama speech to Muslims "deceptive," Taliban says
Grim granite fiends pounce upon the resistant lips of man… Beast and man roam together, their pleasure reaching out like arms that fold and salute desolate idols carved out of stone lining nameless streets that lead to unknown tombs.

Insurgents Increasingly Use Teenagers in Iraq Attacks
Something is calling out. Something is pleading. O! The bloodstruck sidewalks do not go down. Something tells us that the world is guilty of their use.

U.S. contractors held in Green Zone killing
I’m quite sure that as I raise my weapon they stand still as death, ready as hate, hunched down in the zone that was eagerly assembled for slaughter.

"Bob Cesca Puts (Torture) Pieces Together" from Mad as Hell Liberal
The scrape of agony- dark, deep and rasping… Ogres stretch my limbs in dreams and deceit plods along the busted and breaking walls. O! Why must the wretched bile move so stealthily while the willing mouths of truth go under? Strap, wrench, bend, split, crack and drown! We are laden with lifeless things that endure…


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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