are voices heard
as they echo their
angry words.
when walls are built
do we stare ahead
at the blankness
with joy
or with silent dread.
when walls are built
that
love cannot penetrate
only hate
will permeate.
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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