<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Peace Maker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It has a “point” of neither sex<br>But comes in guise of both,<br>And, doubly dangerous complex,<br>It is a thing to loathe—<br>A lady with her sweet, sad smile,<br>A gentleman on oath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Strip off the mother-veil, and fur!<br>And signs of “quiet taste”.<br>The dead child’s locket take from her<br>(The dead man’s gift in haste)<br>And wash from every evil line<br>The layers of filling paste!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From “saddened eyes” the hell’s own glare!<br>From “sweet mouth” blasphemy!<br>Wrench out the gold-filled false teeth there<br>That twice mock honesty,<br>And leave the evil face awry<br>For married folk to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For foolish girl wives in despair,<br>For men’s and children’s sakes,<br>Let loose the glossed and padded hair<br>To writhe like scorching snakes!<br>And strip the barren body bare<br>To show what Satan makes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye! I could take her by the throat<br>More sure than hangman’s noose,<br>And set my teeth and set my nails,<br>And hate would set my thews.<br>And fling her to the drought-starved swine,<br>Were all my brethren Jews.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was the kindest man I knew,<br>Brave, handsome, straight and tall—<br>Between his loved ones and the world<br>He stood, a fortress wall.<br>He whines, a ruined drunkard now,<br>And this thing did it all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was the girl who married me<br>And bore my children twain,<br>We’ll never meet each other’s eyes<br>Like boy and girl again.<br>The very children’s love and trust<br>By this foul thing was slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a girl my manhood loved,<br>She’d Love’s own red gold hair,<br>And grey eyes that were Pity’s own<br>And courage that was rare.<br>She sleeps amongst the suicides,<br>And this thing sent her there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all because the town was dull<br>And goodness was too tame,<br>And people took no interest<br>In one they could not blame.<br>And all because my life was clean<br>And I had won a name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, for years of senseless hate<br>And paltry, bitter strife,<br>For “reparation” come too late,<br>For sweetheart, mate and wife,<br>I tread her vile heart in the dust<br>And ashes of my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408890" data-title="The Peace Maker de Henry Lawson" data-description="It has a “point” of neither sex But comes in guise of both, And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe— A lady with her sweet, sad smile, A gentleman on oath. Strip off the mother-veil, and fur! And signs of “quiet taste”. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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