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where is the deliverance now

in the gutted out buildings

the burned out roads

or perhaps the blood soaked streets

a strewn with litter and debris

perhaps amid all the chaos and looting

perhaps in the hearts of her people

once so hopefully lifted

only to be stamped out by their own boiling

over rage

and deep rooted inner conflicts

further stirred up between the occupiers

and the foreign jihadists

how angry she must be

until such understated tragedy

that the (43rd) son didn't, wouldn't

or couldn't listen to the stark warnings

of his father ( 41)

and now its the world that hangs her head in shame

leaving a shattered jewel like Iraq

once again dirty and longing for even a hint

of the promise of A SONG OF RAIN (1960)

( written July 17, 2006 1120 pm)