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Nov 2012
My children being bombed
brothers  sisters too
mothers wail from graves
to wake us from our death*

I grasp at sunset  reach for the moon
where is comfort from this doom ?

I pray and promise, make a deal
to end insanity's appeal

Do we need this to learn compassion ?
And what of evolution's action?
K Mae
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K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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