After the war there is a new one



I heard your scream when you were dying

buy I couldn't do anything to rescue you

I look at myself in the mirror and cry out

so many times I heard the screams and so

many times I look at myself in the mirror

I was standing there to try to get an answer

Oh my soul and mind why this struggle

why this Pain in place and time



Where is the world running . . .

Running only to stand still?

Is there something that is ever going to change

our behaviours and peace in time and space?

And the answer my friends . . . .

It is out there and it is still

moving and turning around

blowing in the wind






Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2006-08-12 at 11:50

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Kathy Lockhart
Oh Dan, you know first hand. Thank you for sharing this part of your life. I respect you and regard you with honor. Well written. I keep listening for the answers in the wind. But all I hear now are the tears. xx kathy
2006-08-12