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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399709" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The shadow of Cain (a reply to Edith Sitwell)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man did not heed the cloud, <br>the cloud looking like the hand of man<br>and I saw lightning falling from the sky<br>and it was manmade, <br>thunder that exploded in flame<br>came down and down again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and in the dark clouds of death<br>the sun was blotted out<br>the bright cobalt sky was torn away<br>and men died as if being dolls made of clay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but on the hands of the living<br>the marks, the shadow of Cain remained<br>as killers of fellow men, slaughters in war<br>of a enemy <br>decided by politicians<br>whose hands were covered in blood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and these soldiers were young once, <br>only boys just out of school, <br>whose manhood, humanity had been stolen<br>and now were bomb happy <br>half crazy soldiers<br>who wanted nothing more than peace, <br>who needed tranquillity<br>and on their knees knelt to the living God<br>and sought his presence<br>while coming back from the bush, <br>from war, the fires of hell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">begging forgiveness for taking killing shots, <br>for launching rockets, mortars<br>and throwing grenades to remain living<br>and was now torn in body and soul <br>and never complacent <br>offering their lives to the Greatest of generals<br>not knowing how to dispel<br>their own suffering, memories<br>and overpowering guilt<br>that made some weep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and they trusted <br>that the gates of hell<br>and eternal damnation<br>would be smothered, quenched <br>by the blood of the One<br>who died for all<br>knowing that He did not die in vain<br>and offering Him the pain, <br>standing in His shadow<br>as mortal men<br>true to the living king<br>when the day of Judgement comes<br>as did the thief on the cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: The Shadow Of Cain by Edith Sitwell.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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the cloud looking like the hand of man
and I saw lightning falling from the sky
and it was manmade, 
thunder that exploded in flame
came down and down again

and in the dark clouds of death
the sun was blotted out
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