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Making Money from War
We stand at the edge of a fucking Abyss. Its rabble-rousing smoke / silently sucking the oxygen from already crucified lungs. Like lemmings, / a hundred million motherless soldiers, our long-lost brothers and sisters, / (your own sons and daughters, comrades and neighbours), must soon step / out into desolate space – A poem by Séamas Carraher
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Every Time the News from Gaza
and peace falls from / its harmless crutches / outside the blood-stained ruins / of one more Palestinian or
Lebanese hospital… A poem by Séamas Carraher
Now End All Thoughts of Peace?
For (small) Amayah – and her World…waiting to be born. It was the Autumn of the Fences / and blood flowed freely. / So freely it froze the fragile faces of / the small ones and the innocent ones
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