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It turned out to be a meditation, not a story. What right have we to love
While weddings turn to funerals? What right have we to live While babies drown at sea? What right have we to eat While others starve in darkness? What right have we to peace While millions flee from war? What right have we to live If not to help our neighbors? Sing it. Say it. Do it.
2 Comments
Nancy Wilson
8/19/2017 09:55:14 am
Hi Jo, I'm a fellow writer on Don'tcallitbollywood. Really enjoy your posts by the way. Yes, we are of a similar age and generation. I see you also write poetry. So do I. Would appreciate your response on one of my poems - written below.
Jo
8/21/2017 06:46:42 pm
Welcome, Nancy! Glad you found me over here. I wish I were as prolific and faithful a blogger as Margaret. I am trying, though. I love the sentiment in your poem, and it is very lyrical. Have you even written songs? Mine don't rhyme, but they really just come to me as phrases. It's a recent thing. I used to write one every ten years or so, but the last few years, they have been showing up more frequently. Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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