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Imagine for a moment,
if you are over the age of twenty,
all the people who have
passed through your life,
the service people, waitresses,
fellow students, church folks,
sales clerks, friends, and relatives,
doctors, school staff and
every one you ever met.
Perhaps that number might
just total 1500 people or more.
Now imagine all of them
dying in two years time,
vanishing from your life forever,
in 24 months at 62 lives
lost a day on average.

That's about the size of
a small college's enrollment.
That amount of death would create a pit,
if one were to combine
the graves together
that would equal a 9,000 by
six thousand foot hole
in the ground, a vast canyon six feet deep.
Not as big as the hole left in New York,
but much bigger then any holes left
in Bin ladens head, two countries away,
and oh, what a hole these
1500 souls lost has left,
in the lives of those who loved them,
and longed for them to come home whole,
not in a hole, forever lost to all.

With over 12,000 maimed,
let us not count
the arms, and legs
eyes and genitals,
facial parts and fingers,
and toes blasted off
of strong, young people daily
that was already done over
the last four years
as teams of pathologists sorted through
the thousands of pieces left in the pit
where the World Trade Centers once stood.
Some families got a thumb,
or just a bloody mangled credit card,
to bury in place of a loved one,
just enough DNA to fill a thimble,
and leave a coffin hauntingly empty forever.
Over a thousand souls remains
will never be claimed from 9/11,
and Bin Laden's has yet to be
claimed for the blame.

Ah, but we have established
democracy of a sort in Afghanistan,
which now produces over
75% of the world's heroin,
which is killing hundreds more
daily in cities everywhere.
and we have set up an election for the Iraqis,
but now the police and
army recruits who voted are being killed
systematically, ever since,
they are removing the forces
that would prevent them,
from killing all who voted,
120 the other day, and 146 wounded...maimed
more corpses, and body parts
going into the holes left in lives.

Plus all those who voted
were photographed by the eager press,
their faces are posted
all over the internet,
I found 2,800 on one site alone,
smiling with purple stained fingers upheld,
women and men, holding babies,
or with children at thier side.
How many laptops do the insurgents have,
to simply download
the faces of all who voted,
and mark them for death??
The cities where they voted,
and even some of their names
are posted on the web
wherein an evil spider network lurks.
Is it worth the photographic record
that helped to glorify bushes success,
in getting an election, if it means more holes
more body parts, more death and suffering,
to simply prove it worked??

These are hard facts,
the cold numbers,
and most will not like this
They would rather have coffins
sent home without pictures,
to point out the pointless dying
two years after the war was
declared successful by our
Commander-in-grief.
Godspeed to peace as we look to
Iran as another target,
as we stir up more hornets nests
and then weep as our young
are stung, by the sharpnel of
thier wrath flying fleshward.
1 5 0 0 lives erased,
while Bin has been dancing,
and planning the destruction
of so many more.
words escape me,
thus I am through.
read it and weep!

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