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Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
The coconuts have got the jobs.
The race industry is a growth industry.
We despairing, they careering.
We want more peace they want more police.
They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
they paint the windows black, so I live without sunshine,
they lock my cage, so I live without going anywhere,
I am a little purple flower
My petals so extremely small
I 've stood in the grass for many an hour
Enjoying a breeze most of all
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.'
'That made you?' 'Yes.' 'Just the moon and the light it made
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!
We know who the killers are,
We have watched them strut before us
As proud as sick Mussolinis',
We have watched them strut before us
If suddenly you do not exist,
if suddenly you no longer live,
I shall live on.
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,
and I think of the poor mother
brooding over her sightless young triplets.
In this short existence we need to open up our hearts and reach out with our hands to help our brothers and sisters who suffer in this world.
You are my brothers - I am your sons,
Given and of the gene as one,
She twentyfour then leaving the clubhouse dim as she walked out she an artist that no one knew only one does that is her childhood friends came wondering if something had happened but yet she realized she remembers once she stepped out of the clubhouse since she volunteers at the Al khor international school brtish stream she was then 25 she can only speak English does it makes her an English She speaks Spanish does it means she a Spanish she grown up a heartbeat of roses a golden vocal been searching by her childhood brothers a dute need a comeback it's so quite ever since she gone memories live on through the childhood memories she since how all her childhood brothers approach the landmark in the city heartbeat of Doha Qatar people mistake her as indian but true she has blood of a royal of jordanian and indonesian but resmbol of her late grandmother who live through her a last wise from a late ghosts that has gone in past prayer is in her mute sadness of her eyes and heartbeat can read by the brothers that she knew her life fill colour and kindness rose her life to others a duet need a comeback it's so quiet ever since she gone memories live on through the childhood memories since she about to leave all her childhood brothers approach the landmark in the city heartbeat of Doha Qatar people mistake her as Indian caused her beauty resmbol so many nationality but true is she has blood of a royal Jordanian and Indonesian but a resmbol of her late grandmother who live through her last wise from late ghosts that have gone in a past prayer is in her mute sadness of her eyes and a heartbeat can read by the brothers that she knew her life fill a colour, and a kindness rose her life to others.
this is a medieval sequel to the Cain killed Abel genesis stories
except the killing is not jealousy over who has their God's favour
but jealousy over who has the beloved lusted for woman's favour
with a twist of fermented apple juice mixed into a simmering stew!
river time must flow on stark wind stinging dust must go
many centuries spent departed many new races lived died
found a tomb yet still from witness yonder rocky summits
frown those fate fallen castle moss-grown towers of gloom?
below mountain summit high where lies noble birthright
their own home castle wrapped in poison darkest night
two brothers fought their fatal deadliest mortal fight
in the valley shadow where neither may again see light?
My black brother
The son of mother Africa
How come the twisted mind
Of hatred and murder
A photo of 3 brothers in a different time
in more innocent and carefree days
3 brothers only children then
before they went their separate ways
A seed of greed sown between brothers
A seedling of jealousy sprouting in bloods
A tree of overambitious want grown between two
Deadly can its flowers be
Gone from here for just 8 years, gone for time that made her cry.
Gone for time I missed my Dad, gone for things that made me lie.
I made it though my CO's wrath, I moved through bloody, metal mud.
I saw blistered babies in Iraq, I saw my friend be a dad as should..
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