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When you were in my houseyou were not free--in chains bound.Manifest Destiny?I was wrong;my plantation burned to the ground.I was wrong.This is my son..
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for the children of the Holocaust and the NakbaSomething inescapable is lost ...lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight,vanishing i..
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War is Obsoleteby Michael R. BurchTrump’s war is on children and their mothers."An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind."―GandhiWar..
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A man must pursue his Visionas the eagle exploresthe sky's deepest blues.by Crazy Horse, Oglala Lakota Sioux (circa 1840-1877), translated by Michael ..
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Epitaph for a Palestinian ChildbyMichael R. BurchI lived as best I could, and then I died.Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.Frail Envelope ..
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There once was a leopardess, Dot,who indignantly answered: I'll not!""The gents are impressedwith the way that I'm dressed.I wouldn't change even one ..
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There once was a dromedarywho befriended a crafty canary.Budgie said,“You can’t sing,but here’s the thing:just think of the tunes yo..
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The mallard is a fellowwhose lips are long and yellowwith which he, honking, kisseshis bawdy, boisterous mistress;my pond’s their loud bordello!..
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The platypus, myopic,is ungainly, not erotic.His feet for bedare over-webbed,and what of his proboscis?The platypus, though, is eageralthough his mean..
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Sappho’s LullabybyMichael R. Burchfor JeremyHushed yet melodic, the hills and the valleyssleep unaware of the nightingale's callwhile the pale c..
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