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"I'd strike the Heavens if they struck me!" - Ahab Dear god, just a few questions (I know how busy you are): Where were you when the stray bullet found the skull of the little girl in the sandbox at the playground (another drug deal gone wrong) -Were you smelling your flowers?- or when the machetes flashed and loped off the hands of the tribal others -Were you admiring one of your sunsets?- I know you have never ever visited the Balkans where men were lined up and forced to watch their mothers, wives and daughters being gang ***** -Maybe you had a cold then.- and I never caught a glimpse of you in Viet Nam where the ****** fell like your gentle rain on the innocents and my partner was cut in half by a burst from a 40 caliber machine gun -Were you cutting a ribbon at a new cathedral?- or later when I went mad and ended up committed, in jail, alone, broken -Temporary deafness?- or when my brother was set up and busted by a corrupt attorney general and when my mother died a horrible long slobbering death by Alzheimer's -More busy days?- so I guess I only really have one question: exactly what good are you?    ~mce
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
A Little Prayer
"I'd strike the Heavens if they struck me!" - Ahab Dear god, just a few questions (I know how busy you are): Where were you when the stray bullet found the skull of the little girl in the sandbox at the playground (another drug deal gone wrong) -Were you smelling your flowers?- or when the machetes flashed and loped off the hands of the tribal others -Were you admiring one of your sunsets?- I know you have never ever visited the Balkans where men were lined up and forced to watch their mothers, wives and daughters being gang ***** -Maybe you had a cold then.- and I never caught a glimpse of you in Viet Nam where the ****** fell like your gentle rain on the innocents and my partner was cut in half by a burst from a 40 caliber machine gun -Were you cutting a ribbon at a new cathedral?- or later when I went mad and ended up committed, in jail, alone, broken -Temporary deafness?- or when my brother was set up and busted by a corrupt attorney general and when my mother died a horrible long slobbering death by Alzheimer's -More busy days?- so I guess I only really have one question: exactly what good are you?    ~mce
mike-essig
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
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