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By Jack Joseph Smith
Ancient
The horror of her dying
The mirror of her,
being alive
Nothing we know settles
the soul
Worse when the soul is gone
There with having nothing.
then we talk about power
No man's hands tell me
how to conduct business
They think they are modern
with their war; who has ever
mentioned tyrants caring for
their own,. and of course you
remember when Omar Kiham said,
each face and place
is the same