LAMENT FOR THE VICTIMS OF MADRID
I wrote this poem the day after the Madrid bombings in 2004, and I post it now, because I think it fits nicely as a prologue to part 3 of The Fatuity of Guilt. Not only that, but I’m sure that there are some bloggers out there who’re going to cry “ Racism” on reading what I’ve written there, and this might counter that charge. What made me your enemy? What made my wife your foe? Why do you hate my daughter? Why would you slay my son? It was not I who took your land: nor your wife by my wife... Sign in to see full entry.