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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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It is darkest hour in our history,
Dark nights shrouded with mystery,
Keeping under heels and making mockery,
Liberty torch shine but under label of slavery,
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SOME have won a wild delight,
By daring wilder sorrow;
Could I gain thy love to-night,
I'd hazard death to-morrow.
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As seen through the eyes of those who witnessed first hand,
and liberated the scenes of the Holocaust
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Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone.
--Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi
Outside everything visible and invisible a blazing maple.
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Our beautiful children are dying
In Africa, Europe, the Middle East
Asia, the Americas,
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Men propose but….
Man proposed but God disposed
Till you betray the trust reposed
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I need to sleep
I need its strengthening
I need its peaceful arms enfolding me
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Do you ever think nature has its own music?
Love spell along with thrilling magic
Enough tolerance with donor’s quality
Everything has its own function and utility
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Before my drift-wood fire I sit,
And see, with every waif I burn,
Old dreams and fancies coloring it,
And folly's unlaid ghosts return.
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HE was a Grecian lad, who coming home
With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily
Stood at his galley's prow, and let the foam
Blow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously,
And holding wave and wind in boy's despite
Peered from his dripping seat across the wet and stormy night
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New Castle, July 4, 1878
or a hundred years the pulse of time
Has throbbed for Liberty;
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Where is the seed
Of the tree felled,
Of the forest burned,
Or living root
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A frail…old Negro lady
…Born…in Lincoln's day
Who knew the taste of freedom
Only… when… she passed …away
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When I presage the time shall come--yea, now
Perchance is come, when you shall fail from me,
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When stars fell cold
Like chunks of ice out of a fatal sky,
We memorized the hoar frost on gray roofs
And slanted thoughts to fit time's westward curve.
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Earth no longer
hymns the Creator,
the seven days of wonder,
the Garden is over —
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After some days- - -
The dust blown by
The tornado will settle
Flood water will go back to the stream
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Unluckily for a death
Waiting with phoenix under
The pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,
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HET INTERNATIONaLE HOF GAF ZUID AFRIKA ALS AANKLAGER VAN DE DOOR ISRAEL UITGEVOERDE GENOCIDE GELIJK, HET ICC KONDIGdE HET ARRESTATIEBEVEL AF VAN NETANYAHU, WTF HIJ WAS OP DE HOLOCAUST HERDENKING NOTA BENE HOE IRONISCH, AANWEZIG EN MEN DEED NIETS. HOE IK ME VOEL ALS NEDERLANDER NA EEN FABER EN HET WEIGEREN VAN EEN EU DAME DIE DE GENOCIDE BEVESTIGD EN ACTIE EIST MAAR RIGIDE WORDT GEWEIGERD, HOE VOEL IK ME? IN DE 2E WERELDOORLOG VERVLOEKTEN WE DE DUITSERS EN DAT DEDEN WE TOT IN DE JAREN 90 WIR HABEN ES NICHT GEWUSST. NU WETEN, WEISSEN DE KAKELBUHNEKIPPEN IN DEN HAAG ALLES EN ZE DOEN NOG NIETS, DAT IS NIET MEER ONZE VERTEGENWOORDIGING, ERGER, DAT DRIJFT ONS OP DE SPITS, LAAT MET MINDER TROUW EN VERTROUWEN ONS MEER EN MEER OPHOESTEN EN KOTSEN VAN DIE MORAAL, HOE LANG NOG STREEPT MEN RUTTENSIAANS AL HET EIGEN GEWETEN WEG, GUMT HET WEG TOT IN DE DROEVIGE ANNALEN! ? ZO VOEL IK ME! HET IS FUCKING RAPE OF GEDWONGEN MEEBUIGEN TOT ER IETS KNAPT, IETS BREEKT! !
PS; 2 DAGEN GELEDEN SCHREEF IK DIT NOG! Flutmoraal maakt Holland kaal; Er komt een oorlog aan en die kost geld en daar moet alles voor wijken behalve de Rijken en die met een Overheidsbaan!
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Tell folks about Zyklon-B
& we'll simply say
the German Nazi Holocaust
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By Stanley Collymore
Namibians who've languished quite
appallingly in absolute barbaric
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By Stanley Collymore
So you've finally got around and
quite reluctantly so, Daily Mail,
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By Stanley Collymore
I find it strange how you can pick
and choose what part of history
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When you look into their eyes
Do you see the holocaust
Tears of family and friends?
Do you hear piercing screams
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By Stanley Collymore
Jesus Christ as a person existed
and his biological mother who
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