He was the humble custodian of truth
Who ruled Par- a- guy a mere 35 years
Under the umbrella of the most civilized.
Gentle Stroessener, kind to the Indian
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When the Assyrians came flying at midday
With no lethal intensions than unburdening
Don the brave was on duty at Picket 22.
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Out of righteous anger
I hit a rabbit on his head
Because he bit his brother.
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Upon the emotionally charged stream
Empathy lethargic sentiments
A swim across the deep unconscious
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A house
beside a shady tree
and tarred road
heaped up stones
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At noon, under the green umbrella
I lay on my back to watch the leafy waves
And the alternating luster of the sun,
Falling occasionally to the lull of lazy abandon
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Too busy to think about myself I used to stand
From morning till evening, sentry,
Between sleeplessness and armed excursions,
Where it was too hot during the day- time,
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O, God of Truth!
By thy gift of favour
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