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Tuesday, June 14, 2005Words of The Singing Man
Grass on the green.
Flowers in the sun.
Sunset on the water.
Cool breeze blowing.
Be wary of the words of the singing man, of the fragrance of his melodies. Look beyond the grass and the sunsets and the flowers in the breeze. And see the darkness on the other side.
Rape as justice in Pakistan.
Bulldozed townships as payback in Zimbabwe.
A wall zigzagging thru Palestine.
A vortex in Iraq that is cracking open the gates of hell.
Burning forests in Brazil.
Dried up lake beds in the steppes.
Smoke-choked cities teeming with miserable masses.
Logging roads thru the wilderness.
Lies that masquerade as journalism.
Lies that masquerade as policy.
Lies that masquerade as science.
Money that masquerades as freedom.
Sometimes he takes off those rose colored glasses. He just doesn't sing about it very much.
Who could? Who would listen? Who cares?
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