Vienna the Cardigan
You crush those civilians breathing in their impermanent homes
the west hand bloodier than the east one, the propaganda notion truth--
our hiccup is obsequious.
Later the heads shall bow slight in hypocrisy
of their crimes and present humanity.
Soon the red babies will scatter over stretched plains
here and about a stolen homeland.
After the militias do opt in another humanitarian Sarajevo
and the indifferent Americans will cry his unrepentant heart a bit.
Now the Bomb can drop our hampered love
and hug, with a last reveal, nearly like the mothers,
unlike death.
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