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| Is Life still Worth Living? | |||||||||||||||||
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Chirping birds on a swaying tree, reach thy ear in sweet melody, breezes slap thy cheek gently, isn't life worth living? Dream is but to reach, freedom is but to fight for, peace is but to realize, is life still worth living? Tuesday, July 27st, 1998 | ||||||||||||||||
| Thank Thee | |||||||||||||||||
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When all the reasons I exist vanished in the dark of night blown by the wildest storm buried in the deepest hole and my traces disappeared I am gone�. Thank Thee for giving me the reason to live in this callous world Thank Thee for needing me to give love and peace for this still callous world. Tuesday, 21st July 1998 | ||||||||||||||||
| War Child | |||||||||||||||||
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Who will save the war child, baby? Who controls the key? The web we weave is thick and sordid Fine by me At times of war we're all the losers There's no victory We shoot to kill and kill your lover Fine by me War child, Victim of political pride Plant to seed territorial greed We should mind the war child I spent last winter in New York And came upon a man He was sleeping on the street and homeless He said, "I fought in Vietnam." Beneath his shirt he wore the mark He bore the mark with pride A two inch deep incision craft into his side Who's the loser now? We're all the losers now. Main Page My Poems More Poems Words in Action More Words Words of Ponder | ||||||||||||||||
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