There are too many people dying, and so much of it seems wrong.
In the balance, is this how it supposed to be,
For the world to lose and gain
By whatever means available to lose or gain?
People enter pleas into the sea of discourse
And the headlines don't change.
Today I am weary.
I want to curl into a couch under your arms and onto your chest,
Hear the sound of each heartbeat
Announce the birth of one
And the death of another.
Posted by ruth at July 18, 2003 11:10 AM
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