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War Crimes

War Crimes

There is no forgiveness

as the dead are superceded by the truth

and the raped women

lay dying next to their already dead children.

Did the crazed mind of soldiers

walk through the door of vengeance

while the power

that transported and adorned their necks

with the ears and fingers of those killed

turn their eyes the other way?

Do we die

a thousand times when the lies are buried?

Do we convict for the War crimes?

The difference of a killing bullet

does not balance the killing out of Wars dignity

when we rape or mutilate a child.

The Holocaust

framed faces of the dead shall always be with us.

Where are the Vietnamese innocents?

Evil, walks beside Evil

and there shall never be the whisper

of Light in these prisms.

There is no forgiveness

in the practice of War as men are intrinsically Evil

and the raped women shall never speak

nor the children

with their tiny arms

wrapped about their dead mothers.

Did the crazed soldiers fear the atrocity

as they watched

this door of vengeance open on both sides

while Washington

tossed them into waste paper baskets

hoping that ‘we’ would forget

undermining history

and prudently superseding its power.

Do we die

a thousand times when the lies are buried?

Do we convict for the War crimes?

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