One day, Far away, Something happened, That changed the way That everything went on, With their life.
Last December, in Iraq Perhaps some soldier died Perhaps innocent blood was spilled All because someone lied Maybe ‘twas thought wrong, man Defending his land But think you not Unhappy thought Pointed fingers may yet be worse Than guns It is to spit on one’s grave As to say they died in vain And perhaps it was thought So by them but Assume perhaps Those who died did die In a way preferred by them For a cause they might have thought Worthy.
A part of the earth The dirt, the warmth The water Rain slides down at a Light time of day A slight breeze at the dark Which makes the palm trees swing Back and forth Green hills, blue sky People running Eating coconuts Malaysia sitting on the beach.
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