The map of agony
Is perverse cartography.
Ruining a country,
In a dumb, black sun.
Where blood is the pencil and
Sorrow the measure.
Scratched blind, upon
A tattered flag,
More red with dead,
Unfurling as the bullets stun.
The diagrams describe,
Strange paths leading
To our destiny.
Together,
We can rebuild the sun,
With faithful hands.
Beyond this cursed geography. © Will Barton 2011 Click on images to enlarge
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Very nice!!
Thank you. A good friend of mine is a Libyan exile. We are both passionately committed to the fight for freedom. He has not been able to return for forty-two years. It’s great to know people are connecting with their cause. I like what you say about muslims. Let’s just live together peacefully.
Will