Green Day, '21 Guns'

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21 Guns

Do you know what's worth fighting for
When it's not worth dying for
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating

Does the pain weigh out the pride
And you look for a place to hide
Did someone break your heart inside
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul

Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?

When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky

by 'Green Day'

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George Edward Woodberry, 'Sonnets Written in the Fall of 1914'

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Sonnets Written in the Fall of 1914

I
Awake, ye nations, slumbering supine,
Who round enring the European fray!
Heard ye the trumpet sound? “The Day! the Day!
The last that shall on England’s Empire shine!
The Parliament that broke the Right Divine
Shall see her realm of reason swept away,
And lesser nations shall the sword obey—
The sword o’er all carve the great world’s design!”

So on the English Channel boasts the foe
On whose imperial brow death’s helmet nods.
Look where his hosts o’er bloody Belgium go,
And mix a nation’s past with blazing sods!
A kingdom’s waste! a people’s homeless woe!
Man’s broken Word, and violated gods!

II
( Far fall the day when England’s realm shall see... )