I sit here listening to Towa Tei—
drinking my morning juice.
I look out the window at
a world that is melting,
yet not on fire.
So many are dead—
so many are dying still.
Lives wishing to see a better world.
We are
the ancestors of future generations.
My streets are not filled with—
dead bodies, guns, nor broken glass.
Ukraine, Venezuela, Thailand
My brothers and sisters,
I weep for you.
Though you lay dying—
your spirit remains strong.
We may have lost you to the truest evil (ignorance.)
But we will find you again because;
You will not be forgotten.
With tears down my chin—
snot and blood are my prayers for you.
A new age is coming
that will be harmonious and wise.
Filled with peaceful warriors.
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- http://shtfartofwar.wordpress.com/2014/02/21/a-government-is-like-any-living-thing/
- http://nerdofthesands.com/2014/02/21/news-countries-are-burning/
- http://culturemonk.com/2014/02/21/crisis-in-ukraine-at-my-local-cafe-really/
- http://caracaschronicles.com/2014/02/19/19f/
- http://electionschris.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/reflections-on-the-ukraine/
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