It has been thrown

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Atlantic City, NJ, Sept. 30, 1972

It has been thrown

By Vladimir Huber

Lovely people throwing hatred
like candy fed to children
Beautiful nights listening what’s going on
without being shocked or turned ugly
Warm summers carrying a message of war
while we bathe in the ignorance
of our self-made pains
Nature undisturbable
The Human Animal keeps on trying, and hard

We climb a mountain
We bring a tree to the ground
We shoot down a bird
We dry out a river after poisoning it
Power for Power
the boomerang has been thrown
How many heads will it cut?
If there is a God
Only God knows