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They sacked the Baghdad museum
No one cares about rare antiquities
About an ancient vase or rug
Your history starts now with McDonalds and athletic shoes
Matching towels in a shell damaged hovel
They looted a nationalist sentiment
Let it out of its cage
Where before they had extinguished religious violence and nationalist differences
Your history starts now with strife and violence
The wrong name, the wrong mosque, the right car bomb
You replace a dictator with a void you call democracy
Like calling an empty lot a house before any foundations are laid
Listen and see the goal change
It shimmers, assumes different shapes, one side of the room sees something completely different than the other
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