Frederick M. Markhan Poems

Tears from the heart
fell on the April day;
for the dead and wounded
in bombed out ruins they lay.
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I've been without democracy too long.
Listening to people that stirred me wrong.
I believe that King is innocent,
And I see us getting militant.
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Enchanted mornings burst with surprise
intemperate colours lure the clock
impatience charges the pulse of the time
vigor and passion, ardent eyes
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