it's september 11th, as i know we all know. there's not much i can say, and absolutely nothing i can add to this poem by marge piercy, No One Came Home
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- marigolds2
- Marigolds2 is an aging hippie looking for a way to live happily ever after while she waits for the end of the world and thinks subversive thoughts. She is stepmother, grandmother, sister, aunt,greataunt, and damn good cook and poet. The planet earth is the only home she knows, and she longs for it to continue to be home to many others long after she is compost.
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I AGREE. WHAT ABOUT THE 30,000 DEAD IN A MUDSLIDE SOME 4 OR 5 YEARS AGO IN CENTRAL AMERICA. THEY DID NOT DIE THE VICTIMS OF A PARTICULAR POLITICAL MOVEMENT, BUT THEYWERE THE POORWHO ALWAYS SUFFER THE MOST, BECAUSE NO ONE CARES ABOUT POLICIES TO HELP THE POOR ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD. WHO CARES ABOUT AFRICA OR CENTRAL AND SOUTH AMERICA, OR SOUTHEAST ASIA. WHO CAN EVEN FIND THOSE PLACES ON A MAP ANYMORE OR HERE ANYTHING ON THE NEWS ABOUT THEM UNLESS IT IS A DISASTER 30,000 STRONG.
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