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A million young workmen straight and strong lay stiff on the grass and roads,
And the million are now under soil and their rottening flesh will in the years feed roots of blood-red roses.
Yes, this million of young workmen slaughtered one another and never saw their red hands.
And oh, it would have been a great job of killing and a new and beautiful thing under the sun if the million knew why they hacked and tore each other to death.
The kings are grinning, the Kaiser and the czar—they are alive riding in leather-seated motor cars, and they have their women and roses for ease, and they eat fresh-poached eggs for breakfast, new butter on toast, sitting in tall water-tight houses reading the news of war.
I dreamed a million ghosts of the young workmen rose in their shirts all soaked in crimson … and yelled:
God damn the grinning kings, God damn the kaiser and the czar.
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
Since Hanna moved away.
Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.
December's come to stay.
They've taken back the Mays and Junes
Since Hanna moved away.
Dark cloud eminently cover,
Cobweb annoyingly hover
where sunlight could've win some smiles
And pollinator could've bring new fruit
Giants trees the whirlwind uproot
And forced us to deserted miles.
Rain upon rain our shelter shattered
And food baskets completely emptied
Our doors hunger knocks like the lender
I stand alone in your empty room,
It all comes back to me,
This, is the end of an era,
And things will never be,
I am Jabari, I am Dad.
This lion king has met his prince.
My heir apparent I have had,
Giving to me a prideful sense.
Belted kingfisher, humans call
When I have caught their ear and eye.
I guess humans have to name all
Things, I really am not sure why.
How is Columbia
Seen from far,
My Colombian dreams?
An Anthony's dart frog I be
Found in Peru and Ecuador.
There's penalty for touching me,
As poisons ooze from body pore.
The leaves drip the rain on the ground
Barely, a cold drink
A sore throat the pony has got.
It even hurts to eat some hay,
And is not sure whether or not
The sore throat will just go away.
Big sis and I were home alone,
When suddenly she called to me,
Sounding in an excited tone
That a rainbow waited to be
As we walk together on a path of love,
In the rain of life, our body and soul is wet
As our heart pound out to reach the other shore
We see the path crystal clear with the fruits of our deeds.
One does not count the miles
As sum up, through smiles
Numberless; which adventure
Is made for pleasure.
There it is; God's? Hand-swirls' mastery.
With each movement, bright-misted, see!
That scenic, and always sublime
Coming into view, painterly.
By this error-free magnetic force
For the outstretching of a mind's
More stable, what shifts for marriner.