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I’m not supposed to feel the painand hate.I should be gratefulfor tangible memories,as though indeed there were thoseto savour in the bitterness..
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Stray alley-cat scrabbled over the debris,Searching for leftovers from the battle,Where he was respected as an officer,Leading his callow men up to th..
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As I listened to the silence,I heard the sound of breath taken outBy a sudden revelation of exquisite beauty,Fashioned from worlds beyond my knowing,A..
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Pre-positional
angst plays havoc with the psyche,And
the laughing cavalier springs into actionLike
a jack-in-a-box, to perform his latest tricks..
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Sleep, you are welcome, familiar friend!
Take me by the hand down
The labyrinth of twisted corridors,
And shield me within your..
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After the disaster of Isahldwana, at which a whole British regiment was cut down, a small garrison at Rorke's Drift waits to face the might of the Zul..
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Financing evil and asking no questions
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Death as the sword of justice!
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The brutal relationship between prisoners and warders in a secret prison complex, where torture is used, unchecked by public opinion.
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Silence walks its hushed way among the graves,
Cloaked with shadows for fear of being recognized
By the crowds who scorned its gentle frame
In thun..
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