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By *andytown OP Man
over a year ago
Gods Own Country |
It's cold here, as the clock runs down,
To the eleventh day of the eleventh month,
It's cold here but only the living feel the cold,
It's quiet here, almost anticipating the approach,
of the eleventh hour,
when years ago, they told us the guns fell silent,
They lied and they lie still for guns must be fed from both ends,
If you read this in the warmth of a home, go outside and face the chill,
and when you shiver, return as you are free to do, to the warmth,
If you read this when tiredness surrounds you,
Stay awake until your eyes burn,
If these words offend you, use the freedom you enjoy to delete them, but remember that men and women endured unimaginable horror for your freedom.. to be you.
In order for us to be who we are, to hold the opinions we hold, and to speak as we wish,
Ordinary men and women had to do extraordinary things,
For me a little flower says it all, it does not rant nor rave nor shout, orseek to give offence,
It grows far away, and blooms red and sways in the ghostly breath of countless dead souls as they whisper
Remember us??
#lwf |
