Ghazal #117 from Ghazals For The Friend, Bill Gannett

When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play-
But when the enemy kills, it is God’s dismay!

When vast lands are invaded for freedom’s sake,
Innocents are killed and maimed every day.

We have no god greater than our own comfort:
We don’t care what the aggrieved have to say.

There is no pretension worse than helping others,
To then crush them and maintain it was naivete.

We have no bloody idea what we are doing- and
We don’t care! All this war business is so passe!

Let us wave the flag and regale our vast stupidity:
Let us remember our very own Timothy McVeigh!

Darvish knows full well that Nations have no honor;
He cries that The People all too easily love betray.





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