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Babyface
- Joined
- Oct 5, 2001
- Messages
- 2
?When in despair I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won; there have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall.? M.K. Gandhi
Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr.,
preacher, writer, thinker... Mahatma Gandhi?
Mary Harris "Mother" Jones,
marcher, advocate, organizer... Lucy Stone?
Ernesto "El Che" Guevara,
revolutionary, teacher, freedom fighter... Pauol Freire?
General Doctor Fidel Castro,
dictator, communist, decimator... Vladmir Lenin?
General Augusto Pinochet,
mercenary, hater, destroyer... Osama bin Laden?
wrecked ideology, decimated populace
unprecedented rhetoric, revolutionary dissidence
one a hero
warrior
fighter
one a rebel
one a leader
one a mercenary
assassin
destroyer
one a murderer
one a killer
grey settles over the night, stealing hope from the daylight, and we look over the Potomac, looking for another hero.
dissonance in the urban morning, airplanes and skittish diversity, and when he speaks I listen, hoping that I will hear peace in the words and find hope in the actions.
I do not.
so goodnight to the dove, and welcome the eagle. why is your olive branch broke? why is your wing wounded? and where are all the leaders now?
Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr.,
preacher, writer, thinker... Mahatma Gandhi?
Mary Harris "Mother" Jones,
marcher, advocate, organizer... Lucy Stone?
Ernesto "El Che" Guevara,
revolutionary, teacher, freedom fighter... Pauol Freire?
General Doctor Fidel Castro,
dictator, communist, decimator... Vladmir Lenin?
General Augusto Pinochet,
mercenary, hater, destroyer... Osama bin Laden?
wrecked ideology, decimated populace
unprecedented rhetoric, revolutionary dissidence
one a hero
warrior
fighter
one a rebel
one a leader
one a mercenary
assassin
destroyer
one a murderer
one a killer
grey settles over the night, stealing hope from the daylight, and we look over the Potomac, looking for another hero.
dissonance in the urban morning, airplanes and skittish diversity, and when he speaks I listen, hoping that I will hear peace in the words and find hope in the actions.
I do not.
so goodnight to the dove, and welcome the eagle. why is your olive branch broke? why is your wing wounded? and where are all the leaders now?
