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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Meditations by a Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep in the forest they bury the forgotten<br>Victims of Stalin, the CIA, national guards<br>Ghosts, shallow graves, all nations corrupt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tonight the moon rises over the tall pines<br>The breeze swirls like ocean tides<br>Loons in the distant lakes cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Political will dissipates into apathy<br>I wonder how much good can be achieved<br>These days make me go inward</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire burns ancient with true wisdom<br>logs crackle burning and turning to hot coals<br>I can't change the world but I can do my part</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Insanity seems to rule the world<br>Greedy men, technologies of destruction<br>My kingdom is not of this world the Lord said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know I need to really work on myself<br>I have such a hard time with lust<br>Why did God make women so dam sexy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven<br>I gotta try to help who I can without going nuts<br>The night is full of quiet intrigue by this fine fire</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Narusiewicz">Joseph Narusiewicz</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427121" data-title="Meditations by a Fire de Joseph Narusiewicz" data-description="Deep in the forest they bury the forgotten Victims of Stalin, the CIA, national guards Ghosts, shallow graves, all nations corrupt Tonight the moon rises over the tall pines The breeze swirls like ocean tides Loons in the distant lakes cry Polit..."></div> </div> </div>
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