down the walls of everything
Come singing home to daughters
of the blind blue eyes
I didn't know that it couldn't crumble
the walls of Auschwitz and Buchenwald
That our fathers couldn't burn down
the stink in a day
That World War II couldn't come home
to roost
That our fathers couldn't come out
the same men
in love with our red-lipped mothers
......
-Natalie Goldberg
I'm sick of wars.
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