Monday, May 12, 2008
We can make a difference...
Heal the Future The dry-cracking land Is hardened by stories Witnessed by the sorrowful heart And silently cursing lips Of flying birds and nature’s eye Every footprint embedded in the sand Bears the weight of a struggling man Of frantic children running away From the erupting world Of screaming women being abused by the war Of fleeing civilians slaughtered by madness Of the traumatized youth Having their innocence being abducted By the rage of power, powder and guns Stories of contaminated...
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