Albright Monument, Bagdhad

Wadia's best friend's youngest sister was denied a proper burial because for two days they couldn't douse the flames the allied planes had showered on her tiny body. and all the paper trails tha

D to all the roads that lead to all these basras make it seem like we're all just "collateral damage" waiting to be happened in some unforeseen pentagon budget-drill. today's ba'ath re

Is just the red scare of yesteryear. and i drink myself to sleep because i'm losing faith that any of us will ever amount to anything more than reluctant human subsidies, the moving parts in a d

Machine, protesting their complicity, but waiting for somebody else to throw their body on the churning gears. i drink myself to sleep because i'm losing faith that we, here in the cradle of aff

E can cease this sickening drive for individual strength through state-powers' swinging fists or that we'll ever look back and laugh at the irony that is: an atomic murderer is enshrined in inde

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Ck in the cradle of democracy) it's another banner year for a cottage industry