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I would never call it final resting place the spot where she was crushed and smashed into the landscape of a brutal Occupation I would call it the restless spot the place where a soul's liberation rises above the one act that could best depict the oppression she stood so firm against Though crushed and smashed oppression did not smash her spirit and leaving traces of herself beyond the mortal bruises her unholy sacrifice reclaims the spirit of nonviolent resistance We pick up bits and pieces We scoop up Rachel and carry her along We sing her spirit's song What else do we do? Do we drive over other young women? Do we blow ourselves up? Do we tear down all of the homes in an entire town? to build more walls and ghettoes? In a restless place there is Soul that rises above hatred and hovers in righteousness and has no vengeance only longing longing longing for a peaceful resting place. Related Links Mary La Rosa is a librarian and artist living close to NYC, where she can be seen drumming in the streets for peace and social justice.
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