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