Open Poetry #24 |
my soul sister |
Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I am Khali Gul. God-Allah has taken my man. God-Allah has taken my tiny son. God-Allah has taken my tiny daughter. Soon he shall take me. Will my last child be spared? I smell the neighbors baking bread. They are very rich. They eat at least once each day. Before me is a bowl of grasses, wildly foraged from the frozen foothills of my village, grasses that even Euell Gibbons would have passed by. The aroma of the freshly baked bread teases me, fills my head. I chew my barley grass and weeds. Maybe next fall I will also have some seeds. I patiently await the Spring, while inhaling the aroma of the bread. Ah, a cup of Starbucks would be nice. *** this is a necessary edit and repost, because too many of my sisters are still hungry, still abused, still forced to suffer the fate of war *** May ripples of LOVE become waves of PEACE [This message has been edited by Midnitesun (02-05-2003 02:43 PM).] |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
terribly sad and by the way, great picture of you... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Thanks SEA. I believe that when we all take better care of the Khali Gul's of the world, we will progress towards Peace. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
KACY-GIRLIE!!!!! How cool to see your smiling face As always your soul poetry bleeds with conscience and truth. Peace starts with each of us...one hand held out a time.
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Thanks sister JM. |
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