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By Jack Joseph Smith
Journey
I don't think you can feel; go to Heaven
Until the impossible is done;
know thy Earth, not at all to understand
The suffering of peace
The horror of violence
Not so much different
Itself in God's eyes
One up, the other is
replaced in America
Watch the way they turn and yell
against one and another
Through a window or a television,
or the other again
if you have one, actually believe;
that animals and humans,
are going someplace...