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 War cryBy Ramtin February 6, 2003 The Iranian while afghan children still pick fresh wounds, the drums are once again sounding. manic instrumentals, lyrics added by men with a gun in one hand, a people's trust in the other. rally around the chief, never question, not acceptable in a righteous nation, though collateral damage is a part of military curriculum. simple stats, not eyes, not pregnant women or blind men with gentile smiles. rhetoric, the noble skill, the reason why you buy shoes made by slaves and never ask questions, the reason why you will watch baghdad burn and never actually know why. a moral noose around purple necks, feet dangling no one kicking, breaths getting shorter, shorter, shorter... then nothing ... just you and I standing within this desert, beneath crimson skies, black oil dripping off our faces, and the drums are sounding... * Printer friendly Does this article have spelling or other mistakes? Tell me to fix it.
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