Watchmen on the Walls

Guava green gleams in the dilated eyes of Stosh Mugisha as she bleeds
Adrift on her back, in ocean of green grass and soil
the orchard of her childhood rises up around her and cannot stop this assault or even name her toil

Her thrashing has stopped
She no longer refutes the devil atop her
because it's like this, in Uganda, that homosexuals will be conquered

You see she loved to walk amidst the trees in the first

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More U.S. soldiers died this month, July of 2010, than in any other of the 105 months since the first coalition bombs fell over Afghanistan. We cannot know the future cost of allowing our anger to navigate our policy, our morality or our tolerance. We do know, however, that two of the most calamitous foreign policy failures in United States history currently follow a trajectory decided by profound shortsightedness,

Verses

                                                                          books have their place
                                                               even poems, the occasional ear
                                                                                                         but,
                                                                                                             verses
lying softly, laid by a
         multitude of angels rebelling
                                        and vengeful,