Soon May brings romance, but for now, rain.
A downpour lashes at the glass
And high winds send rain pelting
On the shaken tree,
Drenching sodden, soggy earth
And making ghosts
That sway and writhe
As phantoms running from the storm
Haunt my window eerily
In the fading light.
Osama Ben Ladin is dead. No, justice was not done. Revenge was done. Too late now to argue which ought to be preferred in these circumstances. Makes you think about that cancer on our Republic, Guantanamo. What have we there? Certainly not justice. How about cowardess? How should a brave people deal with those who have offended it?
We all know the answer. Shouldn't the cowards in Washington know too?
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