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Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

Ask Mandela

Every day another death, the killings never cease...
We wash our hands of others blood and being patriotic,
waving flags and fire again there is no retreat.

A middle ground, people don't wish to die.
Why ask Mohammed, Jesus, why our perfection,
is there solace vilifying, graveyard tears, repeated sighs?

Why torture, then ceremonies, taps, distortions, lies?
Having wars, tallying statistics, wins and loses.
Engaged in massed graves, soldiers, wars and spies...

The world is teetering, torn asunder, rape and fear,
we deal in starvation, each to his exclusive god.
Ask why hate abounds, our understanding is not profound.

8th August, 2006

Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York.

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