47whitebuffalo and Bearspawprint have a new challenge. They willl each find six musical selection on a theme that we will take turns choosing. Eva graciously agreed to choose the first theme and she chose SPACE they agreed to post the first group October 1, 2013. Today. Now we shall see if we chose the same pieces. Anyone who would like to join us certainly may. We are hoping to encounter new music within our determined frameworks. This October 1 SPACE as in: planets, moons, stars, ‘outer’ space, big bang, space sci fi was chosen by Eva. I have constructed a “page”to house this first group of music choices. If you have contributions, ideas, suggestions, more music please feel free to post with relevant links in the comments. Here are links to Eva’s page: http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/space-whats-between-your-ears/Space ~ what’s between your ears? Here is the link to SPACE MUSIC page: http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/music-themes-space/ And here are the SPACE selection I chose: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tears fell down her face and her hands shook as she smoked a cigarette.
Anger flashed from her eyes and pain was in her words, she showed me things I will never forget.
I had never seen such dreadful sights they haunt me now and they invade my nights.
First a little baby… burnt … no proper medicine, no canulars small enough.
So many wounded no medicine no equipment. God , why is this so , why is their luck so tough?
More and more arrived teenagers most of them, some screaming.
Some silent all burned, white and in shock, through the doors pain and fear blood streaming.
Overwhelmed after working for hours
Desperate to save the children, Syria’s flowers.
We cannot treat them she told the camera we don’t know what it is
Everyone who is not a medic was ordered out and the Drs put on masks.
They worked so hard but was all beyond them too much of a awful task.
They had to send them to Turkey. BUT so many died
They died a slow and painful death I was a witness, so sad I just cried.
Two that survived, if you can call being in a living hell of pain and agony , a living death.
A boy fourteen saying all he knows is pain, what hope for him most of his body burned , what has he left.
“Why bomb us at school , why ” he asked. I have no answer I do not even know who bombed him, does anyone know.
A girl eighteen, Siham so badly burned her face scarred
“Please let it be over” she implored her future marred.
She was in a math class when the bombs came and burned them
Grief, hate nothing but mayhem.
I don’t know how to stop this I don’t know what to do
Sadly this has always happened through history to our shame it is nothing new.
I was so moved by a TV program that I saw last night that I had to write the above poem. I have written about war before but in the historic sense.
This has so touched me that I have broken my promise to myself that I would not write about Syria because I do not know enough about it ………… But I just had to. I truly hope that I have not upset anyone by this poem. Here are details of the news story here.
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