ANTHOLOGY OUR INTERNATIONAL Poem by Lionel Fogarty

The International needs us now Black red gold,

Wars over worries gone.
Our International loves need us
On every unity walk for the talks.
Here on earth all people are personal to one's rights.
Yet the community wants are rich to rich for the poor's.
The International causes are same as the days ahead.
The night differ yet the bloods feels same as cuts
Are put in to arms to cover the stars under our all feets.
We have International kisses for the not so lovers.
Pain stay here as rains of suffering leads help
By the cost of life full.
Let the human women's take us men to spaces
Open with the dreaming stories for all International worlds.
He International, Her national leaves
Now those entire anthologies are our International's