Monday, August 30, 2010

the war in america

the war in America

i was born into death and distruction
and rose uyp like the Phoenix from the ashes
We were involved but from our bubble

No bombs no guns No starvation
Just a young awareness.
It came to us somehow
through a feeling or a word
Sometimes just a sadness or a fear

We knew

A wildness prevaled
A certain cometence
A knowledgte of survival alone
A melancoly
A desire to know

We saw it inthe street
In the old stooped
Inthe middle age
Men left and afraid

Judi Donnelly
copyright November 12 2009

maybe I'll finish it someday

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