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Sean South of Garryowen

Sad are the homes round Garryowen since they lost their joy and pride
And the banshee cry links every vale around the Shannon side
That city of the ancient walls, the broken treaty stone,
Undying fame surrounds your name, Sean South from Garryowen

T'was on a dreary New Years Eve as the shades of night came down
A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone,
And the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South from Garryowen

As they moved along the street up to the barracks door
They scorned the danger they might face, their fate that lay in store
They were fighting for old Ireland to claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band was South from Garryowen

But the sergeant spied their daring plan; he spied them through the door
The Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour
And when that awful night had passed, two men lay cold as stone
There was one from near the border town and one from Garryowen

No more will he hear the seagull's cry over the murmuring Shannon tide
For he fell beneath a Northern sky, brave Hanlon by his side
They have gone to join that gallant band of Plunkett, Pearse and Tone
A martyr for old Ireland: Sean South from Garryowen

By 'The Wolfe Tones

Sean South, died January 1, 1957

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When The Lights Go On Again

When the lights go on again all over the world
And the boys are home again all over the world
And rain or snow is all that may fall from the skies above
A kiss won't mean "goodbye" but "Hello to love"

When the lights go on again all over the world
And the ships will sail again all over the world
Then we'll have time for things like wedding rings and free hearts will sing
When the lights go on again all over the world

When the lights go on again all over the world
And the ships will sail again all over the world
Then we'll have time for things like wedding rings and free hearts will sing
When the lights go on again all over the world

By Bennie Benjamin

(Posted to the memory of my parents, married December 26, 1946)

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Christmas Day in the Cookhouse

FIRST SOLDIER
It was Christmas day in the cookhouse,
The happiest day of the year,
Men's hearts were full of gladness
And their bellies full of beer,
When up spoke Private Shorthouse,
His face as bold as brass,
Saying, 'We don't want your Christmas pudding
You can stick it up your ...'

ALL
Tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!

FIRST SOLDIER
It was Christmas day in the harem,
The eunuchs were standing round,
And hundreds of beautiful women
Were stretched out on the ground,
When in strode the Bold Bad Sultan,
And gazed at his marble halls,
Saying, 'What do you want for Christmas, boys?'
And the eunuchs answered...

ALL
Tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!

Unknown

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Merry Christmas, My Friend

'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live.

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.

I’d heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.

He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.

Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
“Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps.”

With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.

I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.

Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.

I didn’t want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said “Carry on, Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all secure.”

One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.

By James M. Schmidt

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Santa Bring My Soldier Home

Santa, have you seen my soldier?
The one who wears my heart
We're so far apart

Santa, have you seen my soldier?
I'm bravin' through the lonely nights, just gettin' by
Livin' prayer to prayer

It's so hard to be apart this time of year
The ones you love should be near
Material things lose all their value
'Cause all I want is you

Santa, have you seen my soldier?
Let him know that I miss him and I love him so
Santa, bring my soldier home
I need him here in my arms 'cause love's worth fighting for


Santa, bring him home
Santa, bring him home

Life's not the same without my soldier
Every time we laughed
The comfort that we had

He's the one that's been there for me all along
He taught me to be strong enough when times are tough
And keep the faith when I can't hold on

It's so hard to be apart this time of year
The ones you love should be near
Material things lose all their value
'Cause all I want is you

Santa, have you seen my soldier?
Let him know that I miss him and I love him so
Santa, bring my soldier home
I need him here in my arms 'cause love's worth fighting for


Santa, bring him home

The wind blows so cold
Without your hand to hold
It's haunting my mind
Like the day we said goodbye

There's a boy overseas
Who's lonely just like me
I'm waitin' for the day
My hero comes home to me

Send my love, send my love, send my love, love
Send my love, send my love, send my love, love
Send my, send my love, love, send my love, send my love, love
Send my love, send my love, send my love, love

Santa, have you seen my soldier?
Let him know that I miss him and I love him so
Santa, bring my soldier home
I need him here in my arms 'cause love's worth fighting for


Santa, bring him home

Love, love, send my love, send my love
Send my love, love, send my, send my love, love, send my love
Send my love, love, send my love, send my love
Send my love, love, send my, send my love

By 'The Stunners'

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More Than A Name On The Wall

I saw her from a distance
As she walked up to the wall
in her hand she held some flowers
as her tears began to fall

and she took out pen and paper
as to trace her memories
and she looked up to heaven
and the words she said were these...

She said Lord my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
and Oh I'd love to see him
just one more time you see
All I have are the memories
and the moments to recall

So Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall..

She said he really missed the family
and being home on Christmas day
and he died for God and Country
in a place so far away

I remember just a little boy
playing war since he was three
But Lord this time I know,
He's not coming home to me

And she said Lord my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
and Oh I'd love to see him
But I know it just can't be
So I thank you for my memories
and the moments to recall

But Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall..

Lord could you tell him,
He's more than a name on a wall.

By the Statler Brothers

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Refugee Blues

Say this city has ten million souls
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said,
"If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;
"If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread":
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die":
O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dears, looking for you and me.

by W H Auden



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Christians At War

Onward, Christian soldiers! Duty's way is plain;
Slay your Christian neighbors, or by them be slain,
Pulpiteers are spouting effervescent swill,
God above is calling you to rob and rape and kill,
All your acts are sanctified by the Lamb on high;
If you love the Holy Ghost, go murder, pray and die.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Rip and tear and smite!
Let the gentle Jesus bless your dynamite.
Splinter skulls with shrapnel, fertilize the sod;
Folks who do not speak your tongue deserve the curse of God.
Smash the doors of every home, pretty maidens seize;
Use your might and sacred right to treat them as you please.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Eat and drink your fill;
Rob with bloody fingers, Christ okays the bill,
Steal the farmers' savings, take their grain and meat;
Even though the children starve, the Savior's bums must eat,
Burn the peasants' cottages, orphans leave bereft;
In Jehovah's holy name, wreak ruin right and left.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Drench the land with gore;
Mercy is a weakness all the gods abhor.
Bayonet the babies, jab the mothers, too;
Hoist the cross of Calvary to hallow all you do.
File your bullets' noses flat, poison every well;
God decrees your enemies must all go plumb to hell.

Onward, Christian soldiers! Blight all that you meet;
Trample human freedom under pious feet.
Praise the Lord whose dollar sign dupes his favored race!
Make the foreign trash respect your bullion brand of grace.
Trust in mock salvation, serve as tyrant's tools;
History will say of you: "That pack of G.. d.. fools."

By John F. Kendrick (1916)

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Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me)

I wrote my mother, I wrote my father,
And now I'm writing you too.
I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father,
And now I want to be sure of you.

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, NO NO NO!
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.

Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me,
Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.

I just got word from a guy who heard
From the guy next door to me,
That a girl he met just loves to pet,
And it fits you to a "T".
So don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.

Then we'll go arm in arm, and
Sit down under the apple tree,
Baby, just you and me,
When I come marching home.

By Lew Brown and Charles Tobias

Girl's Reply

Don't give out with those lips of yours
To anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, No No NO!
Lots of girls on the foreign shores,
You'll have to report to me
When you come marching home.

Don't hold anyone on your knee,
You better be true to me,
You better be true to me, you better be true to me.
Don't hold anyone on your knee,
You're getting the third degree
When you come marching home.

You're on your own where there is no phone,
And I can't keep tab on you.
Be fair to me, I'll guarantee
This is one thing that I'll do:
I won't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you
Till you come marching home.

I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me,
And I'll be true till you come marching home.

Unknown



(To the memory of my mother, whose 90th birthday this day would have been. This was 'their song' when my father was at war.)
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Snoopy vs. The Red Baron

After the turn of the century
In the clear blue skies over Germany
Came a roar and a thunder man has never heard
Like the screaming sound of a big war bird.

Up in the sky, a man in a plane
Baron Von Richthofen was his name
Eighty men tried and eighty men died
Now they're buried together on the country side.

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died trying to end that spree
Of the bloody Red Baron of Germany.


In the nick of time, a hero arose
A funny looking dog with a big black nose
He flew into the sky to seek revenge
But the Baron shot him down
"Curses, foiled again!"

Now Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man
So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
He challenged the German to a real dog fight
While the Baron was laughing he got him in his sights.

That bloody Red Baron was in a fix
He tried everything but he'd run out of tricks
Snoopy fired once and he fired twice
And that bloody Red Baron went spinnin' out of sight.

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died trying to end that spree
Of the bloody Red Baron of Germany.


By Phil Gernhard and Rick Holler (1966)

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Unknown Soldier

Borderline, dead inside
I don't mind falling to pieces
Count me in, violent
Let's begin feeding the sickness
How do I simplify?
Dislocate
The enemies on the way

Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white
So I can leave this world tonight

Full of fear, ever clear
I'll be here fighting forever
Curious, venomous
You'll find me climbing to heaven
Never mind, turn back time
You'll be fine, I will get left behind

Show me what it's like to dream in black and white
So I can leave this world tonight
Holding on too tight
Breathe the breath of life
So I can leave this world tonight

It only hurts just once
They're only broken bones
Hide the hate inside

By Benjamin Burnley

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Me And Crippled Soldiers

Now that it's alright to burn the stars and stripes
Yes, nobody really needs old Uncle Sam
Might as well burn the bill of rights as well
And let our country go straight to hell
Only me and crippled soldiers give a damn

Should they throw away their purple hearts and hide their uniforms
And be proud to hear old glories on the ground
Somebody said, they'd take us without firing a shot
I don't know if they will or not
But only me and crippled soldiers give a damn

Has the holocaust been so long? Is Hitler really gone
As we burn our only cause for Vietnam?
There's the mom who lost her son
Is this the freedom that we won?
For only me and crippled soldiers give a damn

I've been known to wave the flag before
And saddened when we went to war
Fighting for the symbol of our land
For all the wars we fought and won to keep old glory waving
Today, they ruled to burn old glory down
And only me and crippled soldiers give a damn

By Merle Haggard

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Great British Hero

Each regiment salutes its brave
We'll remember you
As we're standing at your grave
In our hearts and in our minds
We pay our gratitude
We'll remember you

Today the flag will fly half-mast
Blowing in the wind for you
As we remember who keeps our land free
Who keeps our land free
Just one day is not enough
We will mourn the loss
When the stars come out tonight
Remember hero inside
Just one day is not enough
For the ones who gave their lives
Return to our homelands with pride
Because you are
A great British hero


We will not take for granted
The sacrifice for our land
We will stand resolute
And we'll pray
That we can stand together
On Remembrance Day

Today the flag will fly half-mast
Blowing in the wind for you
We remember who keeps our land free
Who keeps our land free
Just one day is not enough
We will mourn the loss
When the stars come out tonight
Remember hero inside
Just one day is not enough
For the ones who gave their lives
Return to our homelands with pride
Because you are
A great British hero


Return to our homelands with pride
Because you are
A great British hero

By 'The Soldiers'

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Stand Our Ground

Will you take me up to Rose Hill
When you lay my body low
Wrap me in a flag, throw some flowers on the ground
Say a few words then let me go
There's no need to defend my honor
Or justify the life I gave
There's no need for the pictures of my happy childhood there
Please don't pour salt upon my grave

I knew long ago that I would be the one
To brandish my sword should they beat those battle drums
I stood my ground, I stood for something worth falling for

Ask my father to forgive me
I know he didn't understand
He worked too hard for way too many years
To lose his only boy in a foreign sand
No doubt, he is angry
No doubt where he'll place the blame
But don't let him fall apart, Mama, don't let him go back to the pills
Only time will ease the pain

I died a patriot, a soldier just like him
Fought like he taught me to, until the very end
I stood my ground, I stood for something worth falling for

Take my stripes and take my medals
Take my cross and these dog tags, too
Put 'em in a package and stain it with your tears
Send it up to Pennsylvania Avenue
My last regards to the man in charge
Let him know I served my country well
Yeah, he was right behind me all the way to Kandahar
The night my broken body fell

Don't let a day go by without a peaceful prayer
For my brothers and my sisters still fighting over there
They stand their ground,
They stand for something worth falling for

By Corey Smith

Battle of Kandahar, October 2001

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So I Was A Coffin
For Corporal Kyle Powell, died in my arms, 04 November 2006


They said you are a spear. So I was a spear.

I walked around Iraq upright and tall, but the wind blew and I began to lean.
I leaned into a man, who leaned into a child, who leaned into a city. I walked
back to them and neatly presented a city of bodies packaged in rows.
They said no. You are a bad spear.

They said you are a flag. So I was a flag.

I climbed to the highest building, in the city that had no bodies, and I smiled
and waved as hard as I could. I waved too hard and I caught fire and I burned
down the city, but it had no bodies. They said no. You are a bad flag.

They said you are a bandage. So I was a bandage.

I jumped on Kyle's chest and wrapped my lace arms together around his torso and
pressed my head to his ribcage and listened to his heartbeat. Then I was full, so
I let go and wrung myself out.

And I jumped on Kyle's chest and wrapped my lace arms together around his torso
and pressed my head to his ribcage and listened to his heartbeat. Then I was full, so
I let go and wrung myself out.

And I jumped on Kyle's chest and wrapped my lace arms together around his torso
and pressed my head to his ribcage but there was no heartbeat. They said no. You
are a bad bandage.

They said you are a coffin. So I was.

I found a man. They said he died bravely, or he will. I encompassed him
in my finished wood, and I shut my lid around us. As they lowered us
into the ground he made no sound because he had no eyes
and could not cry. As I buried us in dirt we held our breaths together
and they said, yes. You are a good coffin.

By Gerardo Mena

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Generation Dead

I look around and all I see is evil
Walking dead disguised as real people
It's kill or be killed 'cause life is not forever
It comes apart and then it falls together

I am what you made me
'Til death do I part

It's the world I've grown to know
Unforgiving and so cold
Take it away
Take it away
I don't want it

It's a life I'm forced to live
I've got nothing more to give
Take it away
Take it away
I don't want it anymore


We're generation dead
We're dead

You see yourself as such a fucking shepherd
But you trip the blind and then you curse the leper
Do you really want my true opinion?
You've taken more than you've ever given

You are what you are
Until death do you part

It's the world I've grown to know
Unforgiving and so cold
Take it away
Take it away
I don't want it

It's a life I'm forced to live
I've got nothing more to give
Take it away
Take it away
I don't want it anymore


We're generation dead
We're dead

By 'Five Finger Death Punch'

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Generation Lost

Getting trampled under boots of progress
Ignore the pleading of the nameless faces
Now with our backs against the wall
How long till we fall?

Do away with all the underprivileged
their demographic doesn't fit your image
Turn your blind eye when duty calls
How long till we fall?

(In With The New)
This is something that you can't ignore
(In With The New)
A simple thing worth fighting for
(In With The New)
cause now they're tearing down our doors
So she screams out the window,
"I've had it up to here"
So sick and tired of wondering
where I'll be next year...


Caring less about the homeless millions
All the petty problems that go with them
Reap the profit that reaps their lives and
Tell me that it's fine

Throw them out and call it relocation
Lower-income-housing quick solution
A Generation lost

(In With The New)
This is something that you can't ignore
(In With The New)
A simple thing worth fighting for
(In With The New)
cause now they're tearing down our doors
So she screams out the window,
"I've had it up to here"
So sick and tired of wondering
where I'll be next year...


Now in the whirlwind of my life
Is where you presently reside
Can I pretend you don't exist
Maybe just for ten more minutes?
My hearts been broken into two
and rusted from years of disuse
So will you place upon it your hands
Will you help it beat again?

It seems the whole world's turned on me
(Bound and gagged) in the land of the free
Let's talk this over, this game is over
In with the new, out with the old
Hearts of the world have grown so cold
This game is over, let's talk this over

By 'Rise Against'

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One

The cerebrum has suffered massive and irreparable damage
He will never know what has happened to him
If I had not been sure of this, I would not have permitted him to live
Where am I?
Father
What happened?
I need help
What is democracy?
What is democracy?
It got something to do with young men killing each other, doctor
When it's comes my turn, will you want me to go?
For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son

It is impossible for this severed individual to experience pain
Pleasure
Memory
Dreams or thought of any kind
This young man will be as unfeeling
As unthinking as the dead
Until the day he joins them

I don't know whether I'm alive or dreaming or dead or remembering
How can you tell what's a dream and what's real
When you can't even tell when you're awake and when you're asleep

Where am I?


I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

Back to the world that's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me

Now the world is gone, I'm just one
Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

By Lars Ulrich



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Tale Of Mass Deception

An elaborate con on the common man
Propelled by your massive media plan.
And I can see your hostile takeover, greed and your lies.
Turning what I love into what I despise.

It's a tale of mass deception, destruction, corruption
And I'm under the assumption the government will function
By a clear and present danger, I'm fearing a stranger
Corporation of fear and mind control
They gotta go


You're telling lies to cover all those tracks
But it's misinformation, any honesty it lacks
Your faces now testify how it all went wrong
A nation taken for a ride and strung along

Suffering the wrath, or the imminent collapse
The result for the ignorance of assorted past
Will I watch it all crash? Your departure at long last?
Only the yearn for some honesty here.

So you got the dictator but why go lie
About the poison, the atomic fry
Went on PR tour with honchos in tow
Told the world a big lie about all that you know

It's a tale of mass deception, destruction, corruption
And I'm under the assumption the government will function
By a clear and present danger, I'm fearing a stranger
Corporation of fear and mind control
They gotta go


By 'Street Dogs'

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Dawn On The Somme

Last night rain fell over the scarred plateau
And now from the dark horizon, dazzling, flies
Arrow on fire-plumed arrow to the skies
Shot from the bright arc of Apollo's bow;
And from the wild and writhen waste below,
From flashing pools and mounds lit one by one,
O is it mist or are these companies
Of morning heroes who arise, arise
With thrusting arms, with limbs and hair aglow
Toward the risen god, upon whose brow
Burns the gold laurel of all victories,
Hero and hero's god, th' invincible Sun?

By Robert Nichols

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