Friday, May 29, 2009

The Suicide Killer's Papa by David Lawrence

There is no discussion as permeable as an excuse.
You cannot justify.
You strapped your daughter to dynamite.
So what’s that?
The tail end of cruelty wags you.
I should walk you on a leash.
I should hang you from your religion.
I don’t want to talk to beard ed halitosis,
An idiot’s stinking discourse.
Conversation stops when you garble
Your morals.
You have nothing to say that could justify.
Where is the honor in an honor killing?
Where is the martyrdom in murder?
Where is the human guidance in an angry mutant?

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