War zones, where every goodbye is a long time passing

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War Zone Friends.
When every goodbye is a long time passing.

To all those caring for our sisters and their families in War Zones.
To all those of our sisters we have lost.

Editorial by Melissa Hemingway

… the silence started in one corner of the globe and swept around Earth with speed. In the heart of sisterhood, the change was felt. Reminded by this solitary whisper, each woman stood tall with her fist to her heart. Solidarity is a beautiful thing, but when a sister has fallen the sky will be crimson and the sisters will join Gaia to sing out her name & send her to glory with forever love for: ~ our beloved sisters lost in Iraq, Syria, Afghanistan, Myanmar, Canada, Venezuela, Yemen, Iran, Ukraine ~ I am really going to miss you. ~

This memory of M*A*S*H has reminded us that war is hell, yet we still do war. Cease fire.

Fighting to stop evil men and their evil wars.
Where have all the flowers gone?Long time passing.

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago.

Where have all the flowers gone?The girls have picked them every one.Oh, When will you ever learn?Oh, When will you ever learn?

Young girls
They’ve taken husbands every one.

Young men
They’re all in uniform.

Soldiers
They’ve gone to graveyards every one.

Graveyards
They’re covered with flowers every one.

Flowers
Young girls have picked them every one.

Music: Peter, Paul, and Mary. Where have all the flowers gone.