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where is that voice from nowhere to remind us
that the holy ground we walk on, purified by native blood has rooted trees
whose fallen leaves now colour code a sacred list of demands?
where is that voice from nowhere?
that burning bush?
that passing dove?

for i hear generals calling for ammunition presidents calling for arms and
women calling for help

where is that voice from nowhere?
that god of abraham?
can he be heard over the gunfire
the wizz of passing missiles
the crash of buildings
the cries of children
the crack of bones
the shriek of sirens

or is that his mighty voice?
- Saul Williams, Bloodletting