Day of Change

Lawrence Holofcener

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Some arrived to dwell alone

And still dwell.

Of peaceful mold

Without a bone of pride or greed

Or desperate need

To sell gun or bead

Themselves as well.

They came to live, to work

To pray their way.

Ignored by fame

Award or sonnet

They pilgrim’d here

Respectful of the earth

And all things on it.

These gentlefolk alas

Stayed separate and few

Shunned for refusing to kill on foreign soil

Over another's point of view.

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