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Friday, June 10, 2011

In Terror of Terror


Hand me back a cold bronze spear
To hold in battle, up close, no fear
I'll look my enemy right in his eye
If I kill him I'll watch him die.

Fashion me a worn hide shield,
To bear me home if I die in field.
Get me off this computer chair,
Spared of misery, bombs here, bombs there.

If I fight in battle I want to see,
The man I'm fighting, important to me.
I'm not hiding, life's not fair,
But it shames our core, to live in terror.

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