Here are the key words in this diminished world—
weapon,
target,
victor,
victim.
Take your next breath,
take your last breath.
Roll the dice over the edge of a cliff
into tomorrow’s headlines.
The war turns children into orphans,
the war turns children into corpses,
the war turns children into statistics.
Children, it’s not a good time to play outside.
Not everyone is listening,
not everyone is learning,
not every human is humane.
This is an angry poem.
Anger is a shovel blade
striking buried skull and rib,
slowly unearthing
another mass grave.
當一個人內心能容納兩樣相互衝突的東西，這個人便開始變得有價值了。............................................................
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ReplyDelete認同您堅持和認真的態度，加油！支持你............................................................
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ReplyDelete量力而為，別勉強了，Cut your coat according to your cloth...................................................................
ReplyDelete我只知道，假如我去愛人生，那人生一定也會回愛我................................................
ReplyDelete只用微笑說話的人，才能擔當重任。................................................
ReplyDeleteNo garden without its weeds.............................................................
ReplyDelete來問個安，誰不支持這個部落格，我咬他.................................................................
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