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a century ago the world began

in blood and pain the auguries were wild

so many things have changed in a short span

my father’s world the currents overran

there was no time for words or thoughts too mild

a century ago the world began

we have to choose which of the screens to scan

it is too easy to become beguiled

so many things have ( Read more... )

to those who wait there is no better name
in the wide oceans for the coming wild
giving us hope when all we had was shame

our fathers left us heritage of blame
although their rule was temperate and mild
to those who wait there is no better name

except perhaps the trumpet cry of fame
though that by wise folk is sometimes reviled
giving us hope when all we ( Read more... )

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 some mention made then must the silence fall
upon the envies that have held us late

within the barrier lacking all freight

of decency or commerce but the tall

protectors of our honour lightly call

on such devotion as the wise relate

in their long histories and we do not state

a better truth the pain belongs to all

so what is earned after ( Read more... )

 what meanings truth and justice had
we've understood and will not pass

that bill was paid at stalingrad

(not the first time) and we are glad

to see reflected in the glass

what meanings truth and justice had

in eyes that are forever sad

seeing the bones beneath the grass

that bill was paid at stalingrad

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we navigate by methods good and fair

our science has been tested and found true

for many seasons the hard-working crew

have full and thorough trust in our good care

so do not worry at the changing air

in certainty that we have paid our due

before the mast the storms we have been through

are the best measure of how much we dare

yet each ( Read more... )

go through the shallows then out past the wreck

until you reach the point where water burns

you’ll know it clearly by the sharp returns

then note the ship the one with golden deck

and figurehead of angel with wry neck

you’d sign up on her as one does who yearns

for urgent journeys yet as each child learns

there are no funds left to support ( Read more... )

 we lack the honest mastery of time
though calendars and tables give the shape

of power to our lives and let us ape

the feeling of authority sublime

against the forces pushing from the slime

that are true horror still there's no escape

all in the end will stand with mouth agape

and weep and then fall back from the long climb

children look ( Read more... )

 when falls the echo on forgotten ground
none of our heroes can come up for air

since there is not one inch's room to spare

for exploration and we must confound

the masters of each noble hill and mound

who watch as we succumb to deep despair

and laugh while those who voice kind words of care

fall silent as our last good hopes are drowned

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