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What brings me to this place right now Where the land is never still? Once olive trees thrived on the slopes
Or were terraced on the hill.
Where the trees once stood, only snags remain
And the earths all gouged and torn,
Where deaths so close on every hand,
We strive to live till morn.
Among this carnage sights appear
Unexpected from time to time,
Happiness comes in dubious ways,
Yet I claim them all as mine.
When a songbird alights on an olive limb
And sings it song to me,
It's really hard to comprehend
But I know it's heart is free.
Duty calls and must be done
And I must stay for another day,
Facing all the problems that remain
While he is free to fly away.
The days are lingering into years
And dreams of a future almost gone,
For what's the use of dreaming now
When a dreams fulfillment may never come?
Oris M. Gentry