the leader of the former Soviet Union retired under the Red flag,
slipped into his pink silk pajamas, burying himself in down comforters
the representative from the Georgian Republic, smoking heavily, climbs
mountains with abandon
the Chech Republic has only a clock in Prague to sing its praise, the blinded clockmaker sleeping beneath the rolling street sweeper's carts
Italy's stones cover Roman floors and Byazntine walls the same as
St Louis drive-by shootings and drugs surrender to a winter snowfall
Chicago's got the mob, New York, the police and Sicily the Mafia - any one of the forementioned, given the proper donation, will protect you
In California you have the Chicanos, in Wyoming the popular term is wetbacks, everywhere they're illegal (how is a person illegal?)
Hispanics by need, Blacks by force, work-hungry Italians, famine Irish, have slipped in the door (front or back, it doesn't matter) so long as one can eat.
the vision of America lies in the soul of its people, in war, in peace, beside the murdered schoolchild as well as the gardener giving thanks
the vision of the world's people lis in the millisecond between the taps of computer keys witnessing the daily news
"Do not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee."
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