"Why risk your life?" you said to me once,
"Even on knowing; the people will not act."
Dearest Husband,
You are mine and I am yours;
That is a truth I would not hide,
Just like that war in Chechenia;
That ugly scabbed over fact,
Needs to be scratched off
And revealed to the light.
We must know what is being done,
In the name of the motherland,
(As her sons come home in body bags).
And let them know, we know.
They can pour me,
Envenomed tea after tea,
They will not get to me.
Give me not opinions,
Dearest Husband, but facts,
For only information,
The truth, that absolute,
Concerns me. Such as:
I love you and there are
Unmarked mass graves of boys,
Lost to their mothers, for their ambitions.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
RandomI'm forty two and in danger of falling through the cracks of mediocrity; also known as a midlife crisis. I don't drive, so I can't buy a fancy car to fix it. I love my wife, so I can't have an affair with another woman. This book is part of my attem...
