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WEDNESDAY (6/24/09)


Support Health Care Reform that Addresses Needs of Women
She basks in the slender bone of sun that has embraced her disease as she lies upon the biddable afghan knitted by her only daughter.

The birds of shadow have begun to fasten themselves around her spirit, on this day the sun will commence setting much earlier than she imagined.

Ask President Obama and his admin: Include the vision of a nuclear weapons free world in Nuclear Posture Review
The sound was deafening, a howling hell blew through the skies, shattered streetlights emitting a darkness that lined the broken streets, sentries at their stations with bloodshot eyes were broken of sleep.

Congress Should Require an Exit Strategy from Afghanistan
There will come a day when the sirens will cease their racket and the hollow whistle of dried bone will be the new alarm fetching our soldiers pace within the guns blistering melody, by then, the word “exit” will be of little or no significance.

Don't Let the Insurance Industry Dictate Health Care Reform
Each dark chord that blares above the gloom is worthless! All of the greedy hounds that howl over the aged and ailing shall be met with forty million tongues soaring to the sun!

Don't fund more F-22 fighter jets!
Blown skin and blood scattered, crushed bodies, tips of fingers blasted, strafed, split and shattered, flicked across the sandspeckled canvas waiting to paint again, until the wind and no one even remembers them being there.

Save Lions From Carbofuran Pesticide Poisoning!
When they came for the lion, I looked away. When they came for the gorilla, I said nothing. When they came for the whale, I fell silent. When they came for the owl, I was quiet. When the lions came for me, my tongue trembled.


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

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