A matter of Hate

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From: stein l
Date: Thu, 30 Oct 1986 14:54

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 I can distinctly hear the silence
 Of six million voices screeming
 Cuppuled with an atom splitting
 Or mechine gun barrales spitting
 Death
 Into jungle brush
 On some distant forgin soil
 And the cry of mothers weeping
 For their son who are now sleeping 
 Six feet under holy ground
 But still the words of peace are spoken
 By the men with hearts unbroken
 with the blood apon their hands
 But the most sorrowful sound of all
 Comes from those who have yet to fall.


                           Bubba.

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From: iz152670@cisunx.UUCP (stein      l)
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Subject: A matter of Hate
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Date: Thu, 30-Oct-86 09:54:00 EST
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Posted: Thu Oct 30 09:54:00 1986
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