Our dime

Salty streams caress parched lips as limbs swinging in unison cross journeys ending…
Waves of elation stripped in twin concussions revealing unimagined hate….
Unwavering resolve carrying each to a finish, denied, blasts still reverberating in freedom’s commons…
Simmering angers, bread in ignorance, fostered by evil lace our journey with destruction…
Hands once water filled for passing participants, reach now to help and heal injured…
Minds focused on a treks conclusion, now bent on riddles and a crimes resolution…
Irrelevant is time, when liberty, her powder primed, seeks justice…
Ask Bin Laden, there is no place to hide, when we hunt on our dime….


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