Walk took me through desert saw a crying man..turned to a boy..hysteria choked spoken words..dark
Never be a soldier child..life is a gift..
so dark..never joy..his meaning for search gone..a word recurred..each time said..anguish love was heard..then a phrase..repeated..calm..furious hands gripped my shoulder..mouth shouted ‘brother..help find my sister! have you news of my mother’?..he looked toward an empty sea..a mountaintop of snow..through wrinkled tears..said ‘I must speak with them..I’m growing old in years’..spin away spin away Spain del Sur..letter from sister soldiers play with her..spin away run today..shout to the world..where is your wife?..what is your life?..they found 10 ravaged girls..
I would turn all mad hatred and drunken abuse to the finest displays of true love..Peace T@cftd
©AC.13.2.12.arr,/./
Beautiful. . .
Thank you..I had just read a update/packet from Amnesty International on how soldiers where mistreating folks, specifically women and girls, . I cannot imagine how one could be so unconscious of their own feelings..Peace Tony