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Waging Peace

Ernie Wormwood: Oh, Comrades of Every Country

When you cannot breathe, the wind.
When you cannot see, the sun.
When you cannot speak, my poem
speaks for you.

Hear the wild whoosh of words
Rising now, rising up to ride the
Moon, infiltrate the stars, calling
Peace everywhere.



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