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No Time for Corruption

No Time for Corruption

 

Hell, no time for disagreement

The Kurds need recognition

Identification as a community

Militias need discipline

 

If they’re going to exist at all

Iraq needs to find its center

If it’s going to overwhelm ISIS

And not defeat itself

 

What do we do, we from the

Outside?

 

We have resources, maybe we

Have time, we have perspective

 

More importantly, we can care

 

Stratagems and de-stabling

Agendas aside, sixty-six persons

Died—were killed—in a bombing

In Sadr marketplace

 

I know we don’t know this place

We might not know how to say

It

 

But sixty-six

 

How many families is that

 

I swear, we should invoke the

Real Isis, god of wisdom and

Brother to the god of the dead

 

Let her sort it out, if we cannot

Find the wisdom in ourselves

 

 

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/may/11/baghdad-car-bomb-kills-dozens-sadr-city?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=GU+Today+USA+-+morning+briefing+2016&utm_term=171647&subid=16706344&CMP=ema_a-morning-briefing_b-morning-briefing_c-US_d-1

for my poem friends, then all the rest

ISIS doesn’t like the arts

The terrorists brought down marvels
in ancient statues and friezes, having
murdered the curator defending these

and having no gun. They fired with guns
into a Paris concert venue, while the music
played and fans were sinuously in

tune, young ones with blissful
countenance and their own song. For this
was Friday night, and love for music

elevates. “They don’t like music,” Bono
claims, and he is right—art and
beauty have no place

in the terrorist agenda. So
dangerous must be the muse’s power
to prod a people into thinking and loving

with all art’s inspiration. So
much is beauty feared in the
mad-monger’s eye that it must be

demolished. And so we must see straight
and straighter. Protect our people, fight
back, and preserve our beloved and unique

intuitions and expressions. We must
remember, too, this is not a war on
Islam, whose tenets teach welcoming

and prayer. But what we make—which
is the poem’s meaning, that is, to
make—is taken now as part of who

we are. Life is better. Yet art moves
the heart, wakes up the mind: opening
our better selves. This terrorizes terror.

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