From a refugee camp in Darfur
The butchery of the innocent
Never stops. That's about all
We can ever be sure of, love,
Even more than the roast
You are bringing out of the oven.
From Sunday Papers, in Night Picnic, by Charles Simic.
The butchery of the innocent
Never stops. That's about all
We can ever be sure of, love,
Even more than the roast
You are bringing out of the oven.
2 comments:
Darfur? Where the hell is that? Arabia or Africa, or somewhere all sandy like that? They got anything good there, like oil or somethin'? Any uppity Muslims tryin' to form governments without our say-so?
Well what the hell you bothering me about this? I mean it's sad an' all that mommas and babies are dyin', but we gotta focus on real important moral issues right here at home, like stopin' stem cell research and that queer-lovin' Buster.
It's not like all them kids is dyin' from abortions or anythin'... just a little good ol' fashioned genocide. Makes 'em stronger. Toughens 'em up.
I just don't see what's in it for the US of A. It's not like were the world's policemen...
Genocide? What genocide? That doesn't happen anymore, and the U.N. even says so.
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