A digital colour painting from an older pencil drawing done in June 2004.  42x30cm, 8th February 2005.  No references.

"No Second Troy" - By WB Yeats
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little secrets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made so simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?

This painting is dedicated to the memory of a cousin - my mother's 19 year old nephew - shot dead by American troops during minor street unrest in Baghdad in August 2004, and to all brave souls throughout the world who continue to live under occupying forces.

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