Nadeem, what is your position?
  Where do you stand?
  Whose side are you on, anyways?
  
  
  Dears,
  
  I take your dogma
  out behind the barn and
  tenderly,
  lovingly
  wring its neck.  I serve it up
  in a casserole
  with your fear, isolation,
  anger and abandonment,
  and after dinner
  I belch wildly
  in contentment.
  
  Dessert, anyone?
  
  
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written 29Oct05
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