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| Sunday Sermon From a Village in South Lebanon | |
| By wt | ||
| 02 December 2007 | ||
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The summer has gone in a day and half Of mourning and wailings echoing in the valley beyond The olive trees a grove of such bounty now left unattended As yet another toy explodes tearing flesh apart Children innocent but for their cries Of allegiance to the savior Run boy run and find new wings to carry you Now martyr for the cause as high above drones Whiz by filming the scene planning for the next run How quiet all else is but for the wails Of mothers and widows laying flowers With pictures of young men from battles gone by Here ten fell from the village and there another two A generation later and so on and so forth And on and on and on Run boy run and find new wings to carry you Now martyr for the cause as high above moon At noon greets their sorrow with open arms On a Sunday when the autumn scents of the earth Drew them to find solace from the city To reassure their departed that they are fairing well
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