Classic poem of the day
Scarcely the hush of horror gives way thro' the country,
Ere from the Westland breaks the wild war-cry that grieves us.
Here the oppressor has come, he has reaped his rude harvest,
And the black ridges are left in the desolate cornfield.
Low lies the village; the people stand, dull and disheartened,
Wondering what miscreant shall march with the banner of Freedom.
Oh! thou blue banner of God, with the stars of thy promise,
Wave in thy fury, avenge this usurping ......
Member poem of the day
they unplug him around noon you watch his labored breathing till it stops thinking about the chances you had to say or do something hour later Dealer asks, What’s new? answer in mind, Just watched dad die muscle memory replies, Nothing much you leave with an 8th in your pocket on the way home you want to scream it to the cop who pulls you over for speeding. you only nod, offer some paltry excuse about being distracted wondering if he smells the weed not caring when he......
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