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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Collective Conscience of the World Apologizes to Jamal Kashoggi, and His Fiancee', Hatice Cengiz We are very sorry, Mr.Kashoggi, And to your never-to-be wife - Condolences. We understand how the Casualties of Truth So often find themselves, like you, Caught in the crosshairs Of exigency and cynicism, Bereft and bewildered, Adrift and confused; Betrayed by the mistake That Truth and Justice Are closely connected - A common error, One that turns some that make it into ghosts - Like you, Jamal, physically; And you, Hatice, in Spirit. Believing as you did that Truth was a prize beyond all price, To be shared for the betterment of all, You missed the sad fact that Justice, In this wicked world, Is subject to price fluctuations, And may be had by the highest bidder. Those scales are for weighing money. So when you bid Truth for the Many Against Justice for the monied Few The price for the difference was your life. At least now we know the full Market Price Of one good journalist's life: 110 Billion dollars In arms sales. Wherever your spirit wanders, Let it not despair; And let comfort come to Hatice; It is her due. The Truth will Out, no matter what - For it is free of price; And a thousand smiling cynics And a thousand bitter tyrants Cannot stop it. In the end they shall drink their own tears. So Be It. To you, Jamal, I say, Bismalla. To you, Hatice, Inshalla.
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