Today they're pulling the settlers out of Gaza,
people whose strong beliefs in their Destiny
won't stop the bulldozers now at their front doors,
and a 23 year-old copy editor at the CHRONICLE
has cancer that's spread to her brain a little.
She writes about her struggle on the front page.
11,000 people have applied for 400 jobs
at a new Wal-Mart in Oakland;
Down in Texas the lady
who lost her son in the war
is still trying to meet with the President.
He met with her last June, but called her 'mom'
all the way through the interview,
I wouldn't like that either.
The pain of the day's news
is almost too much to bear
as I sip my coffee, try to find room
for the world in my heart,
and wonder how long my own life
will keep flowing along like a peaceful river.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/august-17-2005/
