“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Saturday, May 3, 2014
The "Maddening" Road to Redemption
It's the same old game, Survival.
The great mass play a waiting game.
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain, all
sense of freedom gone.
2 comments:
hey FJ~! all sense of freedom is slipping away for reals....sigh..have a great week my friend!:)
You, too, Angel!
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