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 judgment.
image and poem below the fold
Thaier Aziz cries over the bodies of his 6 year old niece and the girl’s mother Rahima Kadim, covered by blanket on the left, in Baqouba hospital, 60 kilometers (35 miles) northeast of Baghdad, Sunday, Oct. 8, 2006. Drive-by shooters opened fire Sunday on a minibus carrying a Shiite family, killing the woman, her six-year old daughter, the van’s driver and injuring the woman’s husband and his brother.
(AP Photo/Adem Hadei)
The Levee’s Gonna Break
by Bob Dylan
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
Everybody saying this is a day only the Lord could make
Well, I worked on the levee, Mama, both night and day
I worked on the levee, Mama, both night and day
I got to the river and I threw my clothes away
I paid my time and now I’m good as new,
I paid my time and now I’m as good as new.
They can’t take me back unless I want ’em to
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
Some of these people gonna strip you of all they can take
I can’t stop here I ain’t ready to unload
I can’t stop here I ain’t ready to unload
Riches and salvation can be waiting behind the next bend in the road
I picked you up from the gutter and this is the thanks I get
I picked you up from the gutter and this is the thanks I get
You say you want me to quit ya, I told ya, ‘No, not just yet.’
Well, I look in your eyes, I see nobody other than me
I look in your eyes, I see nobody other than me
I see all that I am and all I hope to be
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
Some of these people don’t know which road to take
When I’m with you, I forget I was ever blue
When I’m with you, I forget I was ever blue
Without you there’s no meaning in anything I do
Some people on the road carryin’ everything that they own
Some people on the road carryin’ everything they own
Some people got barely enough skin to cover their bones
Put on your cat clothes, mama, put on your evening dress
Put on your cat clothes, mama, put on your evening dress
Few more years of hard work, then there’ll be a 1,000 years of happiness
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
I tried to get you to love me, but I won’t repeat that mistake
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
Plenty of cheap stuff out there and still around that you take
I woke up this morning, butter and eggs in my bed
I woke up this morning, butter and eggs in my bed
I ain’t got enough room to even raise my head.
Come back, baby, say we never more will part
Come back, baby, say we never more will part
Don’t be a stranger with no brain or heart
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
If it keep on rainin’, the levee gonna break
Some people still sleepin’, some people are wide awake
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“It is like trying to ignite – to pass on the responsibilities as much as possible to everyone else.” – Ravi Shankar
How are you doing Rob? I think of you often and your friend.
I come to read your diary but do not post often for I find it becoming very hard to acclimate my heart to this ongoing death. I find it very hard to think that anything will be done in the near future to help them and us out of this mess. Just thanks for all that you do here and elsewhere. hugs.
PS: I also worry abut the welfare of our riverbend too. I am seriously worried….;o(
Thanks, Brenda.
My friend is hopeful for a new, aggressive therapy that may be available to her. She flies to Baltimore next week to check it out.
peace
Light A Candle For
Peace, Tolerance, Understanding
and For The Children – Innocence Lost,
And The Perpetual Conflict Future We Have Given Them!
Challenging the Culture of Obedience
SNIP: Read Rest Here
US Marines ‘murdered innocent Iraqi out of frustration’
Look at the pink ribbon in that poor childs hair. No doubt put there by her loving mother who lies dead next to her.
I don’t know what hurts worse..the anger or the sadness.