Call of the soul; a poem by Dean Lee.We are fathers and brothers, sons and uncles, We stood as one.Knowing we couldn't win, In our hearts we would prevail, We took the fight to them, We never lost the war, We as people, We never lost our hope, And as time goes on, We still fight the war, Bloodshed does not win the war, As one we will prevail.This is the fourth edition of Loriya Literature and Publishing's magazine, Shadows on the wall. Expect the usual poetry and prose contributions and the underlying message that the earth ...
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Call of the soul; a poem by Dean Lee.We are fathers and brothers, sons and uncles, We stood as one.Knowing we couldn't win, In our hearts we would prevail, We took the fight to them, We never lost the war, We as people, We never lost our hope, And as time goes on, We still fight the war, Bloodshed does not win the war, As one we will prevail.This is the fourth edition of Loriya Literature and Publishing's magazine, Shadows on the wall. Expect the usual poetry and prose contributions and the underlying message that the earth is a living being to be respected and nurtured. Loriya Literature and Arts is a sub organization of the non profit organization Astarte Arts, more can be found out about us through the web page, ...
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