the gentlest touch awakens in the dark
those who must wait for the returning sign
myriads of soldiers wait right at the line
for the next signal the alarming spark
result of choices that are plain and stark
for reasons that our rulers claim divine
another light will surely one day shine
the sterile desert once more be a park
an easy victory won by single charge
and then our boys come home to a parade
with golden banners over them unfurled
on suchlike prospects they will long enlarge
while truth and honour into history fade
and greater darkness comes over the world
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
29 September 2007
ignorance is strength
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