Keep Moving
This is a season for peace but
not where the war rages,
not as our country men die,
not as the grill burns human
flesh and the sky rains ash.
My dear friends,
do not tire out as the bombs drop,
As the gangs plunder,
our babies starve,
and friends go missing.
As the water dries out,
as the chasm widens,
when moon shows no light
and the early bird has no song,
keep moving onward.
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