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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

Sunday, July 14, 2019

July 14 - Awaiting the Revolution

1 comment:

Franco Aragosta said...

How UNSAVORY!

The French Revolution brought out the most BARBARIC elements in hman nature as did the Bolshevik ATROCITY of 1917


_______ KILLERS ______

_____ I am singing to you

Soft as a man with a dead child speaks;

Hard as a man in handcuffs,

Held where he cannot move:

_____ Under the sun

Are sixteen million men,

Chosen for shining teeth,

Sharp eyes, hard legs,

And a running of young warm blood in their wrists.

_____ And a red juice runs on the green grass;

And a red juice soaks the dark soil.

And the sixteen million are killing –– and killing

_____ and killing.

_____ I never forget them day or night:

They beat on my head for memory of them;

They pound on my heart and I cry back to them,

To their homes and families, dreams and games.

_____ I wake in the night and smell the trenches,

And hear the low stir of sleepers in lines--

Sixteen million sleepers and pickets in the dark:

Some of them long sleepers for always,

Some of them tumbling to sleep tomorrow for always,

Fixed in the drag of the world's heartbreak,

Eating and drinking, toiling –– on a long job of
_____ killing.

Sixteen million men.



~ Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) - The Face of War