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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fire Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was shortly after the Second War, <br>The rubble lay in heaps, <br>The bombs no longer dropped, <br>But where they had was bombed for keeps! <br>The lads ran wild in the undergrowth<br>That had been a stately home, <br>And gangs laid claim to the sacred turf<br>That they liked to call their own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gang of Harriman Somers claimed<br>An isolated patch, <br>Complete with an air raid shelter with<br>A concrete roof to match, <br>From up there, high on the roof they spied<br>The whole of the country wide, <br>To warn of approaching rival gangs<br>They posted guards outside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Raymond Kirk came wandering<br>On home through the bridle track, <br>The 'Razors' saw their chance to vent<br>Their anger on a 'Drak', <br>They seized him there, and bound him up, <br>And threw him on the pile<br>Of dry, and flammable tinder wood<br>They'd saved up for a while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there beside the shelter wall, <br>An unexploded bomb, <br>Was lying on its side, they'd claimed it, <br>Lying on its own.<br>When Harriman lit the tinder wood<br>And Raymond screamed in turn, <br>The 'Razors' laughed and taunted him, <br>They said: 'You're gonna burn! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire spread to the shelter and <br>That one incendiary<br>Exploded, showering phosphorus<br>Across from fire to tree, <br>The 'Razors' fled in their burning clothes, <br>They left young Kirk to his cries, <br>He spent a year in the hospital<br>With flames behind his eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At home he sat in a wheelchair with<br>A hundred grafts of skin, <br>His hands were runny like plasticene<br>His legs were scarred and thin, <br>For five long years he waited there, <br>He learned to walk, and then<br>He took to strolling on through the woods<br>To ease his mind of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The summer of '51 was hot, <br>The country was in drought, <br>Flames were seen in the woods whenever<br>Kirk came wandering out, <br>The 'Razor' gang were now young men, <br>With girlfriends, some with wives, <br>They'd all forgotten the burning, but<br>That fire would rule their lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A car went up in a blaze one night, <br>A 'Razor' member's pride, <br>And only once they had put it out<br>Did they find the corpse inside.<br>It was Dicky Johns, (who had found the bomb) , <br>They had to go by his teeth, <br>His fellow 'Razors' crossed themselves, <br>It was - 'Rather him than me! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Andy Craig, his terraced house<br>Went up before the dawn, <br>The flames were seen three streets away, <br>They found him on the lawn.<br>He'd fallen out of the window, all<br>Ablaze, like a glowing torch, <br>His wife's remains, when they smashed the door<br>Fell out on the tiled porch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And through the crowd, at every fire<br>One face was seen to glide, <br>For Raymond Kirk turned up to grin<br>At the bodies, burned inside, <br>And then, while he was walking home<br>He'd touch a hedge or brush, <br>And a flame would spurt from his fingertips<br>To ignite a burning bush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Harriman Somers' wedding, Kirk<br>Watched moodily, the bride, <br>He waited until they were good and drunk<br>Then forced his way inside, <br>She looked so fine in her wedding dress, <br>All virgin white, and lace, <br>He'd wait 'til Harriman turned his back<br>And then he'd seek her face! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He asked her to dance, so radiant, <br>She smiled at his crippled hands, <br>She wanted to be so kind to him, <br>Was this one of Harriman's friends? <br>When Somers saw who had twirled her round<br>To the music, he went pale! <br>He held his breath, but the dance of death<br>Would end his fairytale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kirk had stopped, he held the dancer's<br>Hands above her head, <br>He stood quite still, but held her 'til<br>Her soul was filled with dread, <br>But then he called out loud and clear, <br>'Remember? It's my turn! <br>You told me once, now I'm telling you, <br>Your bride is gonna burn! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bride then suddenly opened up<br>Her mouth, and gave a roar, <br>As flames burst out from her throat<br>And burned her dress, and singed her hair.<br>Then Kirk stood back as she swiftly turned<br>To a torch of instant flame, <br>While Somers screamed to his burning love, <br>And called out Raymond's name! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fire Man! The Fire Man! It's him, <br>Just bring him down! '<br>The crowd seized hold of him by his hair<br>And dragged him to the ground, <br>They threw him into the garden pool <br>And held his body down, <br>Though a flame flared under the water still<br>'Til Raymond Kirk had drowned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 July 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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The lads ran wild in the undergrowth
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