Corner Pub #2 |
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No Justification |
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cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
The soft breeze from the widow turns to dreadful chill. I watch in despair as The message unfolds. Desperate men trying To righted the wrongs of an oppressed nation. Before me a nightmare of black merging with red for the right to be heard. Folding my hands I pray their cries for justice will echo in the hearts of every free man. |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
This is so caring. It makes me think of a one person crusade begging for someone to hear their plea. Where can I sign on? You have heart that will win, and I want to be on a winning team when it will help with unjustice treatement..... ![]() ![]() SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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Joyce Johnson![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
There are so many places and things this poem could allude to so I will not try to guess. I hope the good guys win. Love, Joyce |
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cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
Thank you both for your comments. I had a particular cause in mind when I wrote this Maggie |
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