POEM RECEIVED 30-3-2000 from a “messenger” poet.

The blood flows down the mountainside Along the flaming river The mothers cry, the fathers die Along the flaming river.

The dead and dying all abound Along the flaming river The wounded lie there on the ground Along the flaming river

The bodies burned , the souls confused Along the flaming river And all around the moans are heard Along the flaming river

We need you there each one of you Along the flaming river To heal, to help, to love and light And heal the flaming river

If but one can be there now Along the flaming river The river will ebb and slow down Yes, the flaming river