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Contrary to popular belief, we have found WMDs in Iraq, whose Tigris and Euphrates rivers once flowed into the Garden of Eden. But true to popular belief, these WMDs were not weapons of mass destruction, in the usual meaning of that phrase, They turned out to be wars of mutual destruction, fueled by fear and anger against the most vulnerable within our reach It matters not that good intentions guided bombs and tanks to destroy the land and lives of innocents To a man who buried his family in the smoking ashes of his ancestral home, or that vengeful reprisals have no Other cause, to a mother who sheds tears upon her favorite photo of her dead son, whose body has come home But whose blood was spilled into the Tigris and Euphrates And it matters not that treasures spent in futile efforts to fix what through unfounded Belief was broken, by laying siege to vanquished tribes to form a nation Foreign to their own. And though livelihoods and communities have been drained of hope And promise at home, there is no end in sight for wars still fueled by fear and anger against The most vulnerable within our reach.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Broken, but not bought
Contrary to popular belief, we have found WMDs in Iraq, whose Tigris and Euphrates rivers once flowed into the Garden of Eden. But true to popular belief, these WMDs were not weapons of mass destruction, in the usual meaning of that phrase, They turned out to be wars of mutual destruction, fueled by fear and anger against the most vulnerable within our reach It matters not that good intentions guided bombs and tanks to destroy the land and lives of innocents To a man who buried his family in the smoking ashes of his ancestral home, or that vengeful reprisals have no Other cause, to a mother who sheds tears upon her favorite photo of her dead son, whose body has come home But whose blood was spilled into the Tigris and Euphrates And it matters not that treasures spent in futile efforts to fix what through unfounded Belief was broken, by laying siege to vanquished tribes to form a nation Foreign to their own. And though livelihoods and communities have been drained of hope And promise at home, there is no end in sight for wars still fueled by fear and anger against The most vulnerable within our reach.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
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