Aim Your Gun
Here is my breast. Aim your gun at it, brother. Shoot!
Destroy me if you will
And build from my carrion whatever it is you are dreaming of.
Who will be left to celebrate a victory made of blood and fire?
Thich Nhat Hanh
From his poem ‘Our Green Garden’ 1976 (?)
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