A poem about our legacy in the middle east following Bin Laden’s death.

When will we learn the lessons of the past
That wars stoked up
Are ours to last
Not forgotten
By the firing of a single gun
The forgotten son on the run
Nor buried by those that dare to fight
For freedom from tyranny and the voter’s right
Our sins carried with us
Repeated by first light
Another eye turned blind to tyranny’s sight
To focus more instead
On oil revenues and overheads
Wars in lands oil rich
When will we see the ditch
We dig more each day
Forgotten by the Arab spring
Eygpt’s independence day
Is Bin Laden’s legacy truly this

Selective vision

And a gunshot’s kiss

Through the tides of death

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