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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Urgent Call for Love The evil axis has been burning Who rules the land? It’s now very vague. The second son must get out of old Al Sham And meet the hungry jury in The Hague The puppet is hanging by his last string And the judgment day is sure to come Forty thousand martyrs will be singing As they join me in my urgent call for love. The war machine is pregnant and is bloated. Money births an icy, rigid son. He grows up in the muck of all this madness, It arms its addled brother with a gun. In my world, war is not an option, Let’s end the chaos with a silken glove Murdered angels soar among the heavens Please join me, in my urgent call for love. I’d love to build a mass market dart board With mug shots of the Senators and House I’d load it on an App and shoot the darts off With the quiet, perfect clicking of my mouse. How can these servants bow before their master? When Moses had already freed his tethered load? Make them testify before the one judge And answer to our urgent call for love Some years ago a scholar lost his lectern Because somebody stole my vote away He spoke his truth in defense of climate And was told let’s fix it later, not today When the perfect storm came a calling It blew our measured lives and hopes astray My Mother, here’s an olive branch and white dove I surrender to the urgent call for love. The pleading skies and rivers, they have warned us Their voices rose to wail their tortured song The veins of life, they have been all corrupted And darkness has been blinding us in fog. Insanity bathes in its make shift chambers It soaks in a vile and filthy marble tub. Please join in my call for our salvation, I am humbled, in my urgent call for love. Brenda Atry 1/1/2013 copyright pending
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