I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse.
War is good business Invest your son
When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred.
What came is gone forever every time
It's time we did something to assert ourselves. After all, we do comprise 10% of the population.