diver down, diver down
and the murky waters hide him
amid the ebb of midnight
It's about 1:30 am ... I keep waiting for some revelation, some ethereal grapevine to ring out in the night that Daniel Pearl has died.
There is no political issue.
God might as well be on trial here.
The pervading wrongness of human conflict hangs in crystalline resolution before me.
For fuck's sake, why are they shooting at the writers ...?
Daniel Pearl must come home. Daniel Pearl must come home!
There is no political issue. Only a quiet midnight fraught with grim expectation.
and the murky waters hide him
amid the ebb of midnight
It's about 1:30 am ... I keep waiting for some revelation, some ethereal grapevine to ring out in the night that Daniel Pearl has died.
There is no political issue.
God might as well be on trial here.
The pervading wrongness of human conflict hangs in crystalline resolution before me.
For fuck's sake, why are they shooting at the writers ...?
Daniel Pearl must come home. Daniel Pearl must come home!
There is no political issue. Only a quiet midnight fraught with grim expectation.
There is no political issue.Even such is time that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
(Sir Walter Ralegh, on the eve of his execution)