Eye, Camera

Day 95
22 Apr 11

Good Friday, huh?
What a way to spend Easter.
Still, could have been worse.
Could have been left for dead
on a wooden cross. Enemies curse
my name; friends turn their backs.
Swallowing vinegar, crown of thorns
underlining the understanding they lack.
And then you turn on the news and see
history repeating itself. The condemned
men ate a rubbish breakfast in Misrata today.
No one has learned from the
mistakes we have made. Good Friday?
Huh.