Resistance Poetry
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Resistance Poetry

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The Red Wolf Bays at the Silver Moon

The Red Wolf bays at the silver moon.
I feel his tears run down my face.
His time on Earth is ending soon.
For him there is no sacred place.

Dwellings fall to fire and blade,
and warming seas and atmosphere.
What is left of the world we made
that gives us hope we’ll still be here




Verse as Commentary

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Paul Mullinger

Paul Mullinger

I studied religion at the UC-Berkeley and have been interested in the spirit ever since. I try to give my poems a spiritual aspect whenever possible.

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