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O! Original Earth

In this land of twenty million years and Ishango Bone; the root of man in his original life, in his foremost loss, from the barren drums of home to the brimming terms of literacy, Egypt, Carthage, the Nubian Kingdom, the Great Zimbabwe, Sahel, Hutu and Tutsi now both so scorched in grief!

Malawi, Kenya and of Livingston’s Victoria Falls, Lake Victoria; the Nile, its soggy trough beseech!

O! Original land, you shall not go! Stay your spirit’s dancing in splendid hope's refrain!

O! Children come! Stand upon on the back of eternity and pray for rain!

© 2006 mrp/thepoetryman


Might I tell you about a dream I had? It won’t take long, my friend.
Please, sit. Take off your coat. Have some coffee. Shall I tell you of my dream?
Very well… Last night I dreamt I met an Iraqi man, his teenage daughter and nine year old son. It was almost six in the evening, in my dream. Six at night, like it is now. The light was almost taken from the sky. ...Yes. Like it is now. Yes. They wearily stepped onto the porch. I went to the door and I opened the screen and it screeched terribly, startling the boy. After a moment of awkwardness I said,

Dear weary travelers you may enter this house You may eat of my food and drink of my water. Please. For in the end we are these things, or at least I believe we become them. Why not share, right? ...Come, my friends, sit. Rest your tired legs, there’ll always be plenty of time for walking.

They entered and sat near one another on the couch. I served them water. This seemed to calm their nerves a bit. Mine too. What? Oh. No. I wasn’t nervous fo…


CHENEY: Perception, if you will, that's created because what's newsworthy is the car bomb in Baghdad. It's not all the work that went on that day in 15 other provinces in terms of making progress towards rebuilding Iraq.

It was cold, unoccupied, lifeless; our emptiness traveling in sparsely armored Humvee; jarring and bitter, empty, insensible; our barrenness along side man's unraveling; fatigued, armed and dying.

BUSH: Footage of children playing or shops opening and people resuming their normal lives will never be as dramatic as the footage of an IED explosion. They're capable of blowing up innocent life so it ends up on your TV show.

It lifted the massive durable toward heaven, then bowed, bent and screeching, it fell. Silence- or so it seemed, a moment of solitude in a globe of explosion and volley escalating with the Arab sun.

LAURA INGRAHAM: To do a show from Iraq means to talk to the Iraqi military, to go out with the Iraqi military, to actually have a conve…