“Angel of mercy and light,” says
the song, and the world smiles.
(The Christian world does anyway.)
Meanwhile in Lebanon they differ
and explosions cover the countryside,
slaughter the children, their parents,
grandparents. “Silent night,
holy night,” the smiling United State
sings and with wet eyes beams and fawns.
Angel, silent. Holy, mercy. Light
in the night. Flames from bombs,
candles. Don’t you love this?
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onward,
T
Dark Matter 
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