George Santayanas
History Lesson
Cain slew Abel, Abel, Cain;
one before the other, the other, after.
Still the sounds of former laughter:
silence, sweetness, reign.
A hundred bags of blood arrive in Balad.
Hutu hunted Tutsi, Tutsi, Hutu;
someone first, someone later.
Hate slates the hated and the hater,
and community means you too.
A thousand bags of blood arrive in Balad.
Arab maims Israeli, Israeli, Arab
round goes the triage, comes back again.
Life thickens, clings, and clems the drain;
watch the flailing scarab.
Ten thousand bags of blood arrive in Balad.
Sunni slaughters Shia, Shia, Sunni;
speak Turkish, Coptic, Urdu, Hindi,
blood tokens crescent, cross and bindi;
the land flows milk and honey:
a tidal wave of blood bears down on Balad.
Nigel Holt
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