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Barbarians at the Wheel For Philip Berrigan 1923-2002 (...and for Gene Dixon) "These are hair-trigger times, with well-manicured barbarians at the wheel and our nuclear strike force poised and ready. -Philip Berrigan, December, 2002. Josephite leader in your coat of many colors you suffered so we might come to perceive that we were not born to poison small babies to napalm their mothers, to blow up thier soil in the interest of something like Empire, something like oil. Your dreams are alive in sheaves of ripe tomes to be harvested tenderly with communal hands spread out like corn fields that feed healing words to a scared, battered world Your dreams are nestled In soft pastures of lambs who lie down with lions and of tranquil lions who lie down with lambs Your sweet DNA will last forever In blood spilled on draft cards in iron bars of prisons in manifestos of courage writ large and fine in the parchment of time |
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