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Gather What You're Thankful For


"Broken spears lie in the roads; we have torn our hair in
grief The houses are roofless now, and their walls are
red with blood. Worms are swarming in the streets and
plazas, and the walls are plattered with gore. The water
har turned red, as if it were dyed, and when we drink it,
it has the taste of brine. We have pounded our hands in
despair against the adobe walls, for our inheritance, our
city, is lost and dead" ...as recalled by a poet of a
culture that was wiped out at the hands of the barbarians
known as Christians. Invaders of this land, "Murderers of
this world". Driven by greed and self-righteousness they
brought on the largest holocaust the world has ever
known. Babies torn away from loving mother's arms. Thrown
to dogs of war, devoured alive. Welcomed them with open
arms. Just to have their hands cut off in return. Womyn
were raped to prove who dominates. Hanged or burned or
disembowled. In God's name, you shall be maimed. From the
spread of disease to slavery, to slaughter and still
being lied to, history denied. The truth is too
depressing, hits too close to home. I blame you,
missionaries. I blame the government, I blame every
racist objectivist. F..ck the missionaries, f..ck the
government, f..ck every racist objectivist.



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