***

” The golden awnings feeding vultures of salvation,

For the murderor, an unmatched delight,

A sanitized removal of the dreadful dead victims,

Of an elitist concocted genocide,

As in East Timor, as in Nicaragua, as in El Salvador, as in Turkey,

Lebanon, and elsewhere,

For as long as natural resources exist,

Locals (as they are called) will never see freedom,

Thanks to the American Way of Life.”

Surgical

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