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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there



Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

3 foot ruler

ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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It seems only yesterday that the poppies blushed crimson in Flanders fields.
Yesterday is our today.
Although, in this dust and stone of Afghanistan
If a poppy could be found its color would reflect embarrassment
Embarrassment at our politicians allowing young soldiers to die in another useless war.

"We the people" should not let apathy sway.
Our condemnation of fickle, smug,
And for one family of so-called presidents, their pride
Betray us into saying, that was yesterday.

Far too many body bags pile up.
We cannot forget they contain the bodies of our young.
Men and women brought back from what is today our Flanders,
Dunkirk, the Tet offensive, Iraq, their vainglorious
Deaths whispered about by politicians.

How many of their young people went to fight for god, and country?
Not many, I expect though they want you to fade away as they murmur lies.
That it is needed. We know they feign to listen to our plea.
End it now save our young.

Instead, telling "we the people" it is needed for "god and country"
Let us ask Obama which god, what country?
We are the country. The good of the people is the chief law.
Why won’t politicians listen to our young as they die sighing?








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