occasional musings on politics, culture and life in general from an american in exile
27 February 2007
Srebrenica - a poem
Written, by me, shortly after the event as the true horror of the crime was becoming evident.
when Srebrenica fell I fell with her when the men and children fell I fell with them the hands I hold before me are stained with blood is it mine or theirs?
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