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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn Of The Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the talking faces with painted lips, <br>stand in nobody lines making nobody sounds.<br>while gunpowder hangs from cobwebbed books, <br>in which the pages of freedom are unnumbered.<br>while justice faint as a wisp of smoke, <br>curls just above the poor man's reach.<br>houses left empty except for ghosts, <br>that have neither name nor memory.<br>righteous indignation with pale white hands, <br>that tremble as they pour the cup....<br>ah, but the cup is cracked, <br>and blood drips to the floor...<br>in the hallways of indifference.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a newborn son, put a gun in his hand, <br>castrate his eyes, teach him hatred.<br>a newborn daughter, put a broom in her hands, <br>and prepare her for the planting.<br>you call this America, the shores of liberty, <br>dark skinned bones ground beneath your feet.<br>while poverty takes now two from three, <br>and bodies are buried in the schoolyards.<br>crack cocaine, pills, and handguns stolen, <br>while gasoline steals survival.<br>and churches burn both plates and pews, <br>as the five o'clock news fills the needle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>whose mountains and valleys, <br>whose roads, whose fields, whose barns? <br>black crows on the tractors.<br>whose brown hands severed by the border guards? <br>whose factories and mills abandoned? <br>whose flags draped on coffins of pine? <br>whose voices haunt the play yards? <br>whose trucks abandoned on desert highways? <br>whose America, damn you! whose family?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q>
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