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HANDS OF HOPE HEAD-LINES 2016

AID REACHES MADAYA

Help enters, it is panting from its rush.

The eyes of the children see us.

The hands of hope are raised,

Enter brothers and sisters,  I pray.

DEADLY BAGHDAD MALL ATTACK

These looming events that split children and adults like firewood is a tired sorrow, a weeping that never ceases.

The autopsy is being performed on Freedom.

(More like a lobotomy.)

God, I pray we bring such treachery to rest.

FOUR TEENS ARRESTED FOR GANGRAPE 

These things are instructed by society, these things are held without breath, these things are-

No. Not thing, this act is about power, of which the boys now must realize they'll have none...

MILKY WAY GREW FROM INSIDE TO OUT

It's quaint, this idea we have of "outside in" as a forward motion, if we think the outside is where we'll find all of the hidden answers,  we have yet to sense what was born within and has made, or is making, the journey out. Hello...🙃
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