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Breakfast (Free verse) by Dhanesh M Kumar

Hip hip … hip….hurai, Hip hip … hip….hurai Powell, Rice and their company sings the song with seamless joy; Throwing apart the countless skulls of 2 years to 80 years , They are rejoiced by the smell of oil. Miles afar their boss is busy , Eating the breakfast of many Other’s bone..

ecargo 8-Mar-06/9:40 AM
Ah, Ranger, no worries. I think you might be reading more into the poem than what's actually there, though. I read it as more of a rant about the leadership who led us into this war, not so much about the soldiers over there doing a job (and not nearly as artful as my song-and-dance mock neocon punchliney "memo" from 2003 (shameless self-promotion and vote mongering: http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=137076 ). ;-D





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