11-08-2012, 05:40 PM
Embassy staff died
parts of diplomats sent home.
Aluminium pouches stamped
MADE IN BENGHAZI.
Spread like jam over a tv screen
black blood, nibbed across broadsheets.
Flag-weaving foreigners, fighting for what?
Nameless, faceless, exsanguinated,
American dreams in grains of quicksand.
Whose Rubicon did they cross?
I held no pity, no remorse, no hatred.
They were not gods or heroes
they were not of me.
what did they expect?
parts of diplomats sent home.
Aluminium pouches stamped
MADE IN BENGHAZI.
Spread like jam over a tv screen
black blood, nibbed across broadsheets.
Flag-weaving foreigners, fighting for what?
Nameless, faceless, exsanguinated,
American dreams in grains of quicksand.
Whose Rubicon did they cross?
I held no pity, no remorse, no hatred.
They were not gods or heroes
they were not of me.
what did they expect?
