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After each bomb removes blood-stained sidewalks, after each bullet eradicates love-stained happiness, after each grenade bursts hope-soiled reverence, after each body wrapped in fury-fouled vengeance are we to tell our children they’re safer for our rage? Are we to smile, hold hands, and sing sacred songs? Are we to not know the truth of that offended land? Will our history books tell the real story of this age?

After each bombed sidewalk is made brand new again will shoes step off when war walks their way?

After the happiness is replaced and made to laugh anew will sadness travel elsewhere, less sorrows need to stay?

After holy worshippers again lift their prayers to the sky will man need evoke God’s name to take a life away?

After each body finds no reason for strapping death to rib might fury's mask then be lifted and no more children die?

Love...

(Silence...)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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