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Contributed by Steeleyes on Tuesday, 18th March 2003 @ 10:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

History mimicking art
24
That’s all there is
There is no more
The clock is ticking down
Inexorably to war

Bush at his desk, fingers drumming
Blair with his kids, stares at the floor
The world watches the clock
Ticking down through 24

The time of slaughter
grows ever closer
To heart-rending screams
Of dying sons
And disfigured daughters

This time it’s for real
But in real time it’s not the president
But innocents who are in danger
In the cradle of civilization
Death comes from the sky
And the brutal stranger

24 hours
And the deadline looms
In every Bagdhad doorway
In 5 million rooms
The roulette wheel spins their fate
While the world holds its breath
And death can’t wait

The Amerikan smiles to think of killing
Such arrogance is its own fate
In the coalition of the willing
Willing partners forward hate

These 24 hours
are a deadline in the sand
Like the lines of dead
on the Basra road
The ghosts will return
ever more
To haunt America

24

For Rachel Corrie (1983 – 17 March 2003)

Rafah: Rachel Corrie Murdered by Israeli Army
http://www.scoop.co.nz/mason/stories/WO0303/S00233.htm

Rachel Corrie, Nuha Sweidan and Israeli War Crimes
http://electronicintifada.net/v2/article1250.shtml

voices in the storm:the road to basra
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/front...f/voices/3.html

Copyright Â© Steeleyes ... [ 2003-03-18 10:05:00]
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Re: 24 (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 19th March 2003 @ 02:02:40 AM AEST
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This is a forth coming poem.
I'm being careful here not too offend anyone due to the fact this is a touchy subject.
I will end by saying this is a sad situation for everyone involved.

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