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So, no one murdered Baha Mousa;
And no crime was committed when we wasted Iraq.
And we can still afford to fill our tanks with fuel.
So, that's all right then.
As far as I know, I don't have any
Cousins in the Middle East, tho'
I seem to have acquired their blood.
We all have coped with aftermath of flows
From wounds received at home.
Cloth and bleach would quickly clear the stain.
Not now. I can no more wash the blood
Of Iraq from my British thumbprint
Than hose down the inside of my head.
Gerry Doe