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Red, White, Blue Yellow

The kids are just fine On this Wednesday eve Our lives intertwine Until one takes leave On this Wednesday eve We huddle in the waste Until one takes leave From this bombed-out place They’re readied for school Packed up for the day Ballet class in tule Then we hurry away Packed up for the day The evacuations begin Then we hurry away From the siren’s din Distraught by expectations Life’s daily demands Guiding child’s aspirations Mold their lives in our hands Life’s daily demands From missiles, we flee Mold lives in our hands As we dodge the debris We discuss the whole day Watch the news, sip our wine In lands far away We witness war’s crimes Huddled in lost places We assess the whole day Do they hear us, or see us, or know us In lands far away?

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Date: 6/23/2024 5:34:00 PM
Fran, you have a lot of subtlety in the way you ask this question. Some people hear it as we know. I was actually surprised to see demonstrations this year. I thought that was an encouraging sign. Just wish that more people would be engaged politically to effect change.
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Date: 12/12/2022 12:34:00 PM
This is well written.I like the rhyme.Well done
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