From an idea I got after reading one of Jude's older poems,"Outside The Bull's Eye"
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She walked slowly thinking of how harsh the
world had become,just like the weather

The wind embraced her thoughts, refreshing and clearing the dust in her mind

The intangibles kept dancing around wanting
to make a point she couldn't grasp

Be it bow and arrow
or a well thrown dart
it really doesn't matter
when the bull's eye is the heart

Whether a man wears a
feather or a hat,the need
for rain is the same,and a
peace pipe is better than a gun

The Earth and the fullness thereof is for
everyone to partake of

Hunger does not discrininate
and the results of love and hate
create the same pain,no matter
race,color, creed, gender, of recipient

each heart that bleeds
has the same needs
so let us be gentle as a dove
and  sow seeds of love

etw-2008