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Mar 2014
The dance
was done
when they reached
for the gun
Where does
all of this violence
come from?

So many children
So many children
So many lives undone
So much unfinished
So much disappointments
as families weep
to a god
or
universe
with an
insatiable hunger for death.

The slaughter factories
have had
their centuries.

This little blue ball and moon
a tiny spot of light
when seen from Mars
certainly could
bring forth
an expanding
light of peace
which covers every inch
and in this light
the
horror will cease
as
everything will be in order.

The grandfather dies
The father dies
The child dies
and
all will fulfill
the
organic nature
of
their evolving lives.

This common vision quest
within
This common prayer
out there...
The hippie in me to the hippie in you and we shall see what we can do.
Sjr1000
Written by
Sjr1000  Humboldt County Ca.
(Humboldt County Ca.)   
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