Innocent blood stains
The green of Gethsemane;
Just like it once did
Over two millennia
Ago. Nothing much
Has changed, alas. The only
Difference is that
Interrogation techniques
Are now more refined,
As is the propaganda.
In dreams, I can hear
The cries of the crucified,
As they still echo
Loudly across the ages.
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