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Jacob Bouma-Sims Poem
When the little ones have no bread,
And the earth screams out in pain,
And silence is in the ocean ,
And acid is in the rain ,
Why do you ask us for patience?
And when our cities are burning,
And our young ones fight,
And there is no recourse,
When our elders have taken flight,
Why do you ask us for patience?
When the songs can no longer be heard,
And the water cannot be drunk,
And no sliver of light can be seen,
When all of our ships are sunk,
Why do you ask us for patience?
And when we have our torches,
And when we clasp our weapons,
When we stand at the gates,
Ready for the reckon,
Will you ask us for patience?
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Jacob Bouma-Sims Poem
The mountain is covered in water,
The valley is filled with rain,
Because angel tears were sent to wash away yesterweek's pain,
And the motor wants to go faster,
But the driver must refrain,
To reach his destination at all,
For safety he must abstain
And children play in the creeks,
Despite the stern prohibitions,
Because signs mean nothing to those who can barely read,
They're as green as the grass will be
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The smell of grass and anticipation is in the air,
as we light up our ambitious flairs,
And hear the guns go off
And it is hard to run,
But you wouldn't stop if you could,
Because that's what life is about
Snow cones are being sold left and right,
Next to hot dog stands,
And younger siblings sit on parents' laps,
Or hit each other with rubber bands
And you can look at the war memorial,
Look at the statues,
Look at the girls,
And look at the military flags,
But look first ahead so you can see your time,
And cheer as you go through the finish line
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Jacob Bouma-Sims Poem
Grace, no name could be more fitting,
Spring's first Magnolia blossom drifting slowly into the steady stream
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Jacob Bouma-Sims Poem
You protect statues
I protect people
You give them torches
I give them bread
You give them flags
I give them clothes
You give them memories of war
I give them hope for peace
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