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napalm dreams,
burning flesh amid cries,
student protestors shot down....
flags smolder, stink like freedom
whored out for change....
and now again,
the great planes fly,
dropping death and liberation
o'er ghostlike oil fields...
too many questions....
lined up like cattle,
and shot.....
in the name of homeland security,
in the name of profit and loss...
their profit, ... our loss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful poem...hard to imagine the atrocity...great imagery and message. -SG