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  1. Honey

    Honey on 02/05/2006 8 a.m. #


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    Who Will Remember My Sister's Name<br />
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    I lie upon the deck<br />
    In my island paradise<br />
    Clean green treetops<br />
    Contrast pristine skies<br />
    Clear turquoise water<br />
    Laps at white sanded dunes<br />
    Birds sing to each other<br />
    Their lazy summer tunes<br />
    I see that I’m in heaven<br />
    When all this I behold<br />
    As I bathe in the sun’s rays<br />
    That turn warm skin to gold<br />
    <br />
    Yet I know that this same sun<br />
    Burns down upon scorched land<br />
    Where my sister holds her baby<br />
    In her weak withered hands<br />
    Numbered with the masses<br />
    Of those starving by the score<br />
    The innocent victims <br />
    Of drought, disease and war<br />
    Living in grave yards<br />
    Where life is of no worth<br />
    And the names of the living<br />
    Have been erased from off the earth<br />
    <br />
    What hope does she have<br />
    To know rest without cause<br />
    To indulge in my leisure<br />
    To sit upon my shores<br />
    To share in food a plenty<br />
    That hangs abundantly from trees<br />
    Or drink from mineral creeks<br />
    Flowing to the seas<br />
    Imprisoned by this guilt<br />
    That turns my paradise to hell<br />
    When I point finger at bureaucracy<br />
    As conscience screams “It starts with self”<br />

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