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Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon
Very soon I'll hear the victims'
screams,
Even in the midst of my content,
The
end not quite enough to quell the means,
Each nightmare not
exactly what I meant.
Recruited in a time of peace, I
went
Abroad to serve more adolescent
dreams,
Not unaware, of course, I might be
sent
Someday to where the widow wails and
keens.
Dumb ignorance! For now I must
repent
Aberrations no regret redeems,
Yet
hounding me like dogs on mayhem bent.
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