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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3352 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention And if I be lost Silvia A. Brandon-Perez I stood outside the walls of Troy, beset by visions, wailed my grief. Red ran the bloody rivers through and I was given to a king to be his whore and concubine. No goddess saved me then, nor saved my home, lost to the lustful fire of men and all their greeds, whether for land or gold or female flesh, and what if I or they be lost. What then, outside the walls newly erect in faraway new land, where all the latest toys of man rape hither, yon, the land, the flesh of all. What then if I be lost. Then it was Troy and later Rome, the men, women and children of Armenia, Poland, each day new blood to till the tired fields that have seen all. What then if I- At Abul Ghraib, Guantanamo, in dark Sudan, new blood and hate and all the complement of greed and then and now, the lost, I, them, a cycle of destruction full. What then. |
