To Be RememberedIf we are all but the sum of our memories, If we are naught but who recalls our name, If we are only to dwell in the minds of our children, Then what are we?To Be Remembered
If we shall end as but fairytale characters in some oft recalled tale, If we shall end as footnotes in some stray journal faintly recalled, If we shall end as a passed down name of common use, Then what shall we be?
If a kind word is brushed aside, As a curse of ill temper stays with you. If the memory of a man of exorbitant kindness and honour is ignored, As a chance to hear a tale of some great villain of p
BurgerkriegIn the early days of Nazism there were only a select few that stood up against the evils of Hitler in Germany. These ragtag bands, composed mostly of children and teens, were all that stood in the way of Hitler's youth recruiting program; the foundation for his new war machine. The Reds were one such group:Burgerkrieg
Bürgerkrieg Based on actual events
“What can happen to a people whose youth sacrifices everything in order to serve its great ideals?” - Adolf Hitler
Minarets of dust float down onto the soggy pavement below. It is a cold December nigh
Out Of My HeadI can’t get you out of my head, I’ll probably still be thinking of you, When I lie in the ground dead.Out Of My Head
You’re the lone voice of hope, In a mind filled with despair, There’s no way to cope, When you aren’t there.
You speak of miracles and dreams waiting to come true, Of finding someone who would finally love you.
But when I told you how I felt, about how I had fallen, You tossed me aside like dander or pollen.
I didn’t mean to end up feeling this way, I only wanted to help you, Help you finally get away.
Get away from the sorrow, &n
Falling Wail
Remembrance Day PoemIn Flanders Fields, the poppies blow.Remembrance Day Poem
I wonder if the war vets know
The peace and freedom they battled for
Is just to be destroyed once more.
Red and black felt flowers hold
A secret power left untold.
Dismantled by school kids each November They stick each other with pins and don't stop to remember.
War in RewindRed roses spring from red blood shed And family learns to weep Pitter patter goes the tear drop rain At least now, their loved ones sleepWar in Rewind
Tortured dreams of twisted faces Of friends in far too deep Pitter patter goes the bullet rain Cut down, the cherished sleep
War is waged, but seldom won Armies don't play for keeps Pitter patter goes the shrapnel rain For now, the gun-dragon sleeps
Brave young noble joins the fray To make that giant leap Pitter patter goes the pen-ink rain
Tonight, a Soldier sleeps
Something new for once in a few years!
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In Trotsky We Trust.
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In Trotsky We Trust.
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In Trotsky We Trust.
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We are all one-winged angels. We cannot fly unless we embrace another.
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