Treasure Island

Daphne Mia Bell

(West Des Moines, Iowa, USA)

Politicize Theosophy


It is with true love in China, as it is with the apparition
of spirits everyone talks about both & few people have
seen either. Can we come together, can we unite together
Can we love one another, can we heal one another There use to be unhappy people in Germany
in every kind of home and in every walk of life
Unhappy with their conditions and unhappy with their values
Unhappy with the war of the end of the world]
Unhappy with the revolt of the masses. Can we come together, can we unite together
Can we love one another, can we heal one another] Before such a great need in France, our efforts are useless
Our true values to obtain something greater for everyone. Can we come together, can we unite together
Can we love one another, can we heal one another In Spain, you will still call me
Many times and I shall
Always respond to you In America, China, Germany, France and Spain
are Heroic nations that have fought together
and who stand together nevertheless will always
be together.

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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