this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgement.
image and poem below the fold
An Iraqi man mourns sitting next to the body of his realtive, killed in a drive by shooting, in Baghdad, Iraq, Monday Sept.18, 2006, Bombers and gunmen killed eight people in the tense city north east of Baghdad Monday as Iraqi security forces prepared to further tighten security ahead of the holy month of Ramadan, when violence traditionally spikes across Iraq.
(AP Photo/Hadi Mizban)
Space Child
written/performed by Kan’Nal
Mother, Grandmother.
You’re all I ever wanted to uphold.
No, I would never ever let you go.
I’m opening and hoping we can grow.
Earth child with your spaced out eyes.
I Think I recognize you from somewhere.
Don’t we have something to do together?
Like opening the gateway into heaven.
Father, grandfather.
Fire lights the darkness of my soul.
Wash me in the color of the rainbow
and plant me in the waters of the womb.
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