Oh Children of Gaza Ah, the wars they will be fought again. The holy dove, she will be caught again, bought and sold, and bought again… — Leonard Cohen Amid a war pulverized Gaza, on a dusty road in soul searing heat, emerges a barefoot tattered and torn young girl, maybe seven or eight years […]
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Said he to me, with a rich man’s glee, “there are winners and there are losers! What do you want to be?” Forget your childish dreams about the rights of man and human dignity, and all that crazy loser stuff, about solidarity. Just jump on board the winners’ train—I tell you it’s no lie. All
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They’re only little angels, one of nearly two, and one of four. I do hear them playing their little angels games, in the yard next door. And when my heart was fully ravaged from the loss of a brother dear; it was them that came to save me with their angelic cheer. A little box
Fallen Brother dear There’s a whimpering amongst the saplings, the more mature trees give heartfelt cry. The forest man, so fine and steady, who brought them all to life, has now laid down to die. There’s a mournful brooding ‘Les Paul’ in the corner condemned to play the blues no more. No magic riffs of