Classic poem of the day
Who killed the last fighter?
I know who ...
Your Royal Highness!
I know who put out his eyes and who
cut off his hands and who
mutilated his glorious dream
I know who ...
I've watched that youngster grow
long before he was born again
in his vision and longing
long before he lay in ambush
at every bend of the road
long before
his dream spanned all this earth
and his love embraced it
long before he became
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Member poem of the day
City Life
Bright delights but dull life
Hustle –bustle, chaos and strife
Way to thrive, a mechanical life
Most artificial, less nature
One society, mix culture
Hot concrete but cold steel
Many sympathies, but few will feel
Many laugh but some will smile
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