Poem -

Mothers of the dead ? pɐǝp ǝɥʇ ɟo sɹǝɥʇoW

 Mothers of the dead ?  pɐǝp ǝɥʇ ɟo sɹǝɥʇoW

PeAce 
     Where are thee....
:
:
The victims 
    Scream
LOUD
:
Children die 
die
   DIE
Each day 
We the people
We are in pieces
These hearts deceived by the promise
For whom do we belong? 
:
SicK
    Dying 
 Naked 
:
Bare flesh upon the streets 
Mothers of the dead born
Fathers of the earth
Brothers and sisters
WHO SEEK PEACE
     Every step
 Every place
    Every breath
Every day
    And every night
We seek peace

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Tony Taylor

Hey JAI MASTERS!!.... you are SO friggn' creative bro!!......I LOVE the powerful formatting...... conveying an even MORE powerful message the entire world needs to hear......I mean when does it STOP!!??....... some VERY powerful and graphically profound images here as well...... you're a clever man!!.......ALL STARS!!..... well done my friend!!.......I Love the way you make your stuff so visual!!......... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.........T xo

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Jai Masters

 Thank you Tony  through suffering comes poetry  through suffering comes words 

through suffering comes  creativity 

 And through suffering come answers 

 What is the question; 

 I love your reviews -  they are creative and 

  Inspirational  this I am appreciative 

 What is your favourite food  May I ask 

 Do you like curry? 

 Sheppards pie 

 Lasagne 

 Thai? 

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Jai Masters

Thank you Lisa; 

    luV 

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jai :)?

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