the wind is crying. it's 4 a.m. maybe because i ate a pizza with artichokes and a bowl of cherries, because i finished homeland:iraq year zero with a deep sorrow for the savage and brutal story of america in iraq. it is just heartbreaking. we brought death and destruction and a harrowing occupation with a hopeless future to a people who have endured so much suffering, so much blood for oil, for so long. they say we did not come to free them, but to enslave them and exploit their country's resources. the cradle of civilization, the latest country colonized by america. after 13 years of embargo they were already at the bottom of the abyss. they thought maybe the fall of saddam would be a beginning of hope, but america replaced saddam, and it was worse, now they feared death by local thugs and americans alike. they were hated by foreign occupiers in their own land. america brought only bloody chaos and theft. i'm sickened by the acts and the legacy of this brutal empire i live in. i feel a bottomless sadness for our victims, and for our own people of conscience and heart who suffer the terrors of  american empire by default.