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The Plea...
to find me you must stop the noise
silence the guns and the tanks,
the shouted orders
and shouts of dediance,
screaming and weeping.
and listen.
my voice is very weak
you must try to hear it
you will have to come close
and pick away the tumbled stones
carefully, gently.
when you find me, lift me out,
help me to breathe,
set my broken limbs
but don't think it is enough
to give me back a fragile existence
i need food and water,
i need a home that will last,
health and hope and work to do
i need love
you must embrace me
and take me to your heart
...my name is Peace.....
Sue Sabbagh, June 2002







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