The Thomas Merton Assassination

For reason of state,

He had to be killed.

For reason of state,

Blood had to be spilled.

You're oh so naive

To expect moral purity.

The man had to die

For our nation's “security.”

Your thirst for the truth

Will just go unsated.

Our reason of state

Can never be stated.

David Martin

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