Standing before us we encounter a noble comrade called you and me. With each precious morning we are reminded of our uniqueness, our blessings, effectiveness, possibilities and inalienable rights. Larger than all of us there exists an obedient and punchy soul caught in a societal flow like wind-born litter in the stream of life bound for the sea. The days are getting longer. Israel, Palestine and Syria said yes, no, maybe.
China hides and Russia spars flatfooted.
Babies come and babies go and the floods and mud and wind and rain and fire call our name out loud. No bright and sunny days in Chechnya, no cartwheels in Kosivo. Save the jumbos, the gorillas, the ozone and the poor, decaying morals. Their accuser and their advocate proclaim justice in the self-same breath. Hey, bombastic Bomberinos.