One brutal sob hangs another.
‘A three to one death ratio
increase‘.
Predetermined accomplishment
like the invasion itself.
Dangling ghoulish corps,
sadistic rhythm beat.
Muslim American's
brandishing their
dancing feet.
As they had their weapons,
not so long before.
émigré celebration,
what a joy it ‘tis...
Ask not for whom the bell tolls -
my friends.
For it toll for thee...
Stephen S. Yeandle
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