Look away for a time,

from the bombs, hatred,

blood, and guns, butchered flesh,

and our body -bagged

beloved daughters and sons.

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Ignore the evil for a while-

the barbarian cuts, man on man,

beady eyes flashing vengence

for some imagined insult

from a free foreign land.

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Let's walk in the woods-you and I,

where birds have no retribution

in trees that know no sorrow,

we'll wear the peace like a shawl.

to prepare for the bombs tomorrow.

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09/24/2004

Posted on 09/25/2004
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