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Bloody Observance

We fight this war as enemies Yet if we threw away are weapons We could be the best of friends We would never know We fight on impulse With a fear of slaughter and pain We came face to face We did not speak Only our fears fought I now stand above you Then kneel and close your eyes I have killed you I search your pockets and find a photograph It’s of your mother, wife and children It’s wet I look closely and see tears Streaming from their eyes I fall and weep in victory We were only boys Who wanted to laugh and play And stay alive Only boys

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 3/31/2011 1:53:00 PM
Your country is fascinating. I would like to learn more of it. My contest would value an entry on Shamanism in Canada. I have read there are many Indian and Inuit religions practicing in a Shamanic tradition, Kwakiutl, Haida, Tsimshian, the Blackfoot, Peigan, Blood, Sarcee and the Ojibwa, Cree, Huron, Iroquois. Would you consider writing us a tale of how god is or was reached through the Shamanic traditions of your homeland? [the contest is called The Shamanic Way] Light & Love
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Date: 3/3/2011 4:43:00 PM
This is a wonderful poem and I hope you re post it again. Yes, who knows you could have become friends with the person you just killed. A sad world , full of war and destruction and the loss of a loved one no matter what side. Phyl
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