The purported will states, 'Attack them on the sea. Attack them on the land. Attack them everywhere. Attack their economy,'

I've never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none.

And surely We have honored the children of Adam, and We carry them in the land and the sea, and We have given them of the good things, and We have made them to excel by an appropriate excellence over most of those whom We have created.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do on land: the great ones eat up the little ones.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer:God Bless America.Land that I loveStand beside her, and guide herThru the night with a light from above.From the mountains, to the prairies,To the oceans, white with foamGod bless AmericaMy home sweet home.God Bless America,Land that I loveStand beside her,And guide her,Through the nightWith the light from above,From the mountains,To the prairies,To the ocean,White with foam,God bless America,My home sweet home.God bless America,My home sweet home.