hands that rack the cradle

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    hands that rack the cradle


    battling to keep her sane,
    she can't accept reality's pain.
    all we know is trust and faith in Him, 
    till it cease and past the life of dim.

    there's always a purpose then,
    seemingly happens twenty years it's been.
    hands that racks the cradle,
    it rocks our world to shutters.

    full of fear, doubts and pessimism,
    over shadowed by hate and cynicism.
    we always hope and pray,
    all this damn blue and gray...
    dissipates, vanish and forgotten one day!

    arpee 2002 

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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