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All the Wonders



I found a paper crane

Lying in the road,

Discarded, tossed away,

Tire tracks across its broken wing.

And I thought,

So this is what we've come to

In this broken world of ours.

Peace, discarded

and run over in the street.

Bombs falling on schools,

Refugee children dying from hunger,

Missiles from the sky blasting innocents.

Where is wisdom?

Who is the keeper of justice?

What has happened to the way of peace?

Kyrie eleison.

Lord, have mercy.

Help us.

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