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Rivers Of Our Childrens Blood (Revisted)


The rivers on this planet
tributaries in which they
flow

Manner of speaking
this you know
meaning blood carries all new life

Some ideas many not so nice
it is true
dictated from the mouths
of all other the

00001% of the others
the manner in how
we so live

For live I shall though
not in some murky
polluted river
from such
toxic waste

You do now know delivered
for ways will sound mind
do come and suggest

A better way for all
to live no regrets

If such discernment
politic gain
then the right
we so gave
unto the
the other the
way we all
shall so die

Submitted: Sunday, August 12, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 28, 2011

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