What Remains... |
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Tears
and grief,
a war so old.
the windy cliffs,
bone white
and cold.
A wind,
cold and blue
deep river wind
thinking of you,
... America
and a war somewhere,
hot,
deadly
quick,
... and tired of itself.
home is restless
to know why.
America,
knockin' on her own door.
America!
who will let her in?
a war somewhere?
hot,
deadly,
and quick?
tired of itself
war?
America
is still
knockin' on my
door. |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2003 Listed
December 23, 2009 |
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