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Date: Di Sep 21, 2004 17:28:27 Europe/Berlin
To: <agf@poemproducer.com>
Subject: Re: for your reasons
beautiful distance, as far as i have seen
amazement from sand to sand,
a hostage in my own land,
hostage take over by a hostle man
we are an island, surrounded by land
we are hated world wide, and it was
always out of our hands
cival unrest, the days are numbered
i can feel a distant thunder,
so many blank minds fill the middle
of my homeland, reason is hard to find
its a holy war, a money war, an oil war
and our brothers die every day, a lose
to great to state.
our mothers tell us to flee, give us money
to leave,,, soon we will have a draft,
and our childeren will be plucked from thier homes and forced to be killed by
people as ignorant as they are.
i grind my teeth at all i cant not repair
but i can not help but care.
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thank you for the lovely poem,,
one for you
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