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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..

Ranger 8-Mar-06/9:56 AM
It was stanza two that did it, I got the feeling he was talking about the troops being the ones 'throwing apart' (which doesn't really make sense either) the skulls and being rejoiced by the oil; probably due to the current attitudes being hurled around by the media. I don't know what it's like across the water, but over here the press are having the times of their lives throwing out stories about our troops beating up 'innocent civilians' (the same innocent civilians who, it would seem, mortared them just seconds earlier). I'm sure I don't know nearly enough about it though.

I liked your 'memo'! It put an amused smile on my face, although it took several efforts to get the link to work...probably my awful net connection than kaolin, but that didn't stop me swearing at all and sundry...




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