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liberty, poem 1 Minute

The war ended, and peace was at hand.

The people celebrated by making babies, a veritable boom of babies.

But the old men had other ideas

and they conjured new wars.

And one day the baby boom grew to old men

and started new wars of their own.

Who will be the first

to cry “peace”?

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer. Author of Ebenezer, It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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