Pure evil know no boundaries, no borders,
And soullessly continues "following orders."
Iraq: Abu Ghraib
The mass graves in the desert cry to us,
And those Saddam's pure evil would achieve.
Our failures: common sins, degraded lusts.
As impure acts, for these, also, we grieve.
The City on the Hill still flourishes,
O ye of little faith; the Lord still speaks
Unto its leader--so its leader says;
And still the smoky fire of slaughter reeks.
No City on a Hill. A citadel,
Envied, besieged by partisans of Hell.
Beware, O Prince, some enemies inside
Dream the same dream of nihilistic pride.
Barth, R.L. and Pinkerton, Helen. "An Epigrammatic Duel." The New Compass: A Critical Review 4 (December 2004) [http://www.thenewcompass.ca/dec2004/barth_pinkerton.html]