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By Jack Joseph Smith
For one to go now it is one thousand
My freedom has left the world
A space without God
The Muslim and the Christian
I am told my Grandfather knew well
Hash or wine was the differance,
in the stories they would tell
The sur real communism at our
left over table of the world
The hurt with the desire to marry
The leaving, the always leaving
As if you are a sin and a coward
For flying, for swimming, for running
Was it correct Marshell Tito, yes;
still some are alive to be Jew
Strange the world will war over us
Isn't Grandfather, Christian and Muslim,
as Jew
And as I crossed over Grandfather