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e Cicada A thousand summer songs hide inside me. I open my mouth and passionately try to put them in order. I sing lousy. Yet thanks to my song I differ from the bark of the branches and from the other voiceless natural speakers. my modest attire, gray and whitewash, blocks my sensuous furor and being separated from dazzling celebrations of time, I sing. I don’t know of spring, Easter or violets. e only resurrection I know is when a little wind perks up to refresh the horrible heat of my life a little. Now, I stop yelling, or singing as people think, since the miracle of breeze inside me says a lot more than what I create so that I won’t die of the heat.
The target country needs a new despot The failed regime needs to be changed bombs, missiles, guided death put to work defense contractor in overtime One stands opposite The deciding elite With its rightful right to punish, set straight do justice The old despot needs to be replaced announced in the evening news
He studied the chief’s face. “You’re not joking.” “He came right next door to ordering me to arrest Poodie and this guy called Engine Fred on suspicion of vandalism or sabotage or something, anything to get them in jail.” “Oh,” Williams said, “oh, of course. I mean, I figured it was just a piece of Torgerson craziness, that business about rounding up all the hobos and running them out of town. Does this have something to do with that?” “Looks that way to me.” They watched two old men arrive at a table three trees away and set up their checker game. “The law,” Spanger said.” is that a police officer can make an arrest without a warrant if he has probable cause to believe that someone has committed a felony. I’m no lawyer, but I don’t think the mayor telling me ‘do it’ is probable cause.” “I don’t think so either, Darwin. Unless there is hard evidence, this arrest wouldn’t stand up. I’m certainly not going to file an information without evidence, and it doesn’t look to me like grand jury material. But maybe Torgerson’s onto something, knows something you don’t. Maybe he has the goods on these crooks.” “Now who’s joking? I don’t think it matters to him whether the charges stick. He wants to harass the hobos and Poodie, and he probably thinks that if an arrest makes it into the newspaper and onto the radio, folks will wonder if maybe there isn’t something to this hobo threat after all.” They looked at the checker players. One of the old men was cackling in glee as the other kinged him. “Pretty early in the game for that,” Williams said. “He’s not up for reelection for a year. It doesn’t look to me like an issue, but it may be a mistake to underestimate peoples’ willingness to be scared by what they don’t understand. Back to the train wreck. Is there anything to suggest that it wasn’t an accident?” “The Great Northern guys are down there now. They brought an inspector over from Spokane. I’m going to see them at three o’clock. Torgerson wants an arrest today.”
looks newly decorated and is furbished with pale-colored carpets, and there is plenty of artwork on the walls. Emily noticesmany religious pictures andwritings, and other things foreign to her. Rassan is there, not far from the entrance, calling them while he runs to help with their suitcases. Talal hugs Rassan. “How are you, my man? How is the old Ibrahim?” “I’m just great, and the old man is doing not badly considering his illness; he’s anxious to see you. How are you, Mrs. Roberts?” “I’m fine, Rassan. It’s good to see you again, this time in your own country.” “Howdo you likemy country, Mrs. Roberts, from what you have seen so far?” “I’m quite impressed, really; I expected to see a lot of destruction.” “Well, there’s still plenty of destruction in other places, but of course, not here; this is the airport and it had to be repaired first. You’ll see destruction in different parts of the city. Anyway, come, we cannot keep Ibrahim waiting any longer.” He opens the door of the limo and they get in. Emily is smiling and overwhelmed by the feeling of being in a totally different world. She’s treated like a dignitary by Rassan and senses that her holiday in Iraq is going to be quite comfortable and, at the same time, memorable. There’s a bottle of champagne in the limo and Talal opens it. They toast the health of Ibrahim and enjoy their ride. Talal and Emily are looking around excitedly while Rassan drives them along the river. He explains like a tour guide as they go. “Baghdad is a big city dating back to the eighth century. In one of the Arabic dialects, the name means ‘God-Given’ and in another dialect, “Given- Garden”. It sits along the two mighty rivers, the Tigris and the Euphrates, and for the abundance of water it is called a garden. The “Garden of Eden”, referred to in the Bible, is believed to have been in this area. Baghdad has been a very important trading center for centuries and this is another aspect of its importance and its history in this part of the world. It has been said that the building of Baghdad started under the auspices of the zodiac sign of Leo symbolizing strength, productivity, pride, and expansion. The original city was designed in the shape of a circle, with a smaller circle inside the outer one, and a mosque right in the center.” As they drive along, Emily and Talal notice quite a lot of reconstruction has taken place, as they hardly see the damage from the war anywhere. Emily is tired from the long flight, yet her eyes are in amazement of all the sights; some strangely shaped buildings, different from what she’s familiar with back home, and the streets with boulevards bordered by different kinds of flowers and shrubs.
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