Holes, What Are They Good For?

Somebody should start digging, a big hole, we need a big hole. Big enough for 300 babies, 300 children, 300 young women, 300 old women 300 fighting men, 300 just talking men. 300 charging horses and riders, 300 retreating riderless horses, 300 peace workers, 300 idiots, 300 hundred nurses and doctors, 300 politicians, 300 martyrs. It will be an underground city, just for Samura, Trojans, cherups, devils and angels. We will call that subterrain metropolis: WELL INTENTIONED. We will plant Red Poppies and White Day Lilis upon that covered-in mound. On Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays we will pray for all of the slaughtered, read from the book of the dead, each week, redefining the meaning of innocence.