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Issue 47/48 : January - June 2010 : Volume 12 No 3/4
The War If I could offer drops of faith to fill your endless need I would open all my salty rivers, let them flow into your desert If I could wrap our eyes in memories of peace I would blind us both, blessed to grope If I could morph these bloodied arms into armored wings I would carry us up Allow us just a bit of space to breathe, see more than the battle field Know more than the sound of the fire fight, the smell of hope incinerating Long Island |