Thank you for taking the time to read these.
Some are old, some are new and I will add more as I transcribe them from my tatty but well travelled notebook.
Please feel free to comment and I will of course return the charity.
Peace and Joy
Each of the Iraqi children killed by the United States was our child. Each of the prisoners tortured in Abu Ghraib was our comrade. Each of their screams was ours. When they were humiliated, we were humiliated. The U.S. soldiers fighting in Iraq - mostly volunteers in a poverty draft from small towns and poor urban neighborhoods - are victims just as much as the Iraqis of the same horrendous process, which asks them to die for a victory that will never be theirs: Arundhati Roy
Source: Arundhati Roy, "Tide? Or Ivory Snow? Public Power in the Age of Empire," 8/24/04
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My Poetry
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I don't like the man in the moon He has too little left to do3 lines, 2 comments, October 13, 2007
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Where is the hand of law to stir this darkness
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My Stories
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Prologue 1 / The two children trot their horses along the rough grass verge of the country road. The boy of about nine rides a wiry Welsh Mountain pony, palomino in colour with a thin chocolate dorsal stripe, the brown
