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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unintentional Conclusion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My time has come perhaps to die.<br>I will not give in easily.<br>Though I can guess the reason why<br>Someone’s been hired to silence me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am no longer in the game<br>I have retired quietly<br>I thought nobody knew my name.<br>I was mistaken obviously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m not a fool I know the score.<br>I must kill him or he’ll kill me<br>It does not matter any more <br>someone has breached my secrecy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know he’s out there watching me.<br>Observing my daily routine, <br> he seeks an opportunity <br>make his killing quick and clean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A single shot that’s all it takes.<br>A job he has been paid to do<br>I can’t afford to make mistakes.<br>Though he’s already made a few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He does not know I am aware.<br>He pits his skill against my skill <br>and if he did I would not care<br>He has a contract to fulfil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has been paid and must succeed <br>to keep his reputation.<br>There’s no excuse which he can plead<br> for failure of completion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unless he dies by accident.<br>It is quite likely that he may.<br>In fact I am quite confident. <br>A stranger who has gone astray </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> and lost his footing carelessly<br>To fall five hundred feet or more<br> into an unforgiving sea.<br>To be cast up along the shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing at all to do with me<br>Another loser in life’s game.<br>I will change my identity <br>and move my home base just the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m rather sad I liked it here<br> I’d settled in quite happily.<br>I think it best to disappear<br>Now that I know they’re on to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can’t escape from my dark past <br>they’ll track me down eventually.<br>Though as the peaceful years rolled passed.<br>I hoped they had forgotten me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I should have known they don’t forgive<br>Although I acted honourably <br>they can’t afford to let me live.<br>My past employers my country.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know too much they don’t want known.<br>They’re not prepared to take a chance<br>That all their secrets might be blown.<br>That’s why I’m dying here in France</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one will guess the reason why <br>and aging Englishman was shot <br>by accident apparently.<br>My masters know that it was not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kept the faith true to my word.<br>Their secrets were quite safe with me<br>To think I’d speak was quite absurd.<br>They should have had more faith in me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is my only legacy<br>there’s nothing else that I can leave<br>The records I kept accurately<br>were not intended to deceive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have a choice you can believe <br>all that my masters will deny<br>I don’t believe they can survive<br> such negative publicity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its truly not revenge I seek <br>I want to set the records straight<br> My confessions are not unique<br> all countries employ men like me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To carry out nefariously<br>Our orders which originate<br>but are transmitted secretly.<br>From high officials of the state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the willing tools they use <br>to influence affairs of state.<br>But they distrust us then they choose <br> To silence us before too late</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They think they’ve won but they have lost<br>Memoirs published posthumously<br> Will prove to them there is a cost<br>They could have simply trusted me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I am dead I can confess<br> the things I did for my country<br>and open up the whole damn mess<br>to closer public scrutiny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They will plead state security <br>and claim their actions justified.<br>That’s why they murder men like me.<br>Because we can prove that they lied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our leaders thrive on secrecy.<br> Which they maintain at any cost.<br>They have no hint of decency <br>all sense of honour has been lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They practice rank dishonesty <br>in order to achieve their ends.<br>They lie both to the enemy<br> and to their allies and their friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I decided I would not<br> obey their orders any more.<br>The verdict was I should be shot<br>There was no way they could restore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The naïve trust I used to show.<br>My faith in their morality<br> because by then I’d come to know<br>Their corrupt veniality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am beyond their punishment<br> I’ll answer to a higher court <br>who will examine my intent<br>A court where justice can’t be bought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I will plead in my defence.<br>That I was young and truly thought<br> that those I held in reverence<br>were Just men of the finest sort<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I discovered they were not.<br>My conscience would not let me stay.<br>Which left me in awkward spot<br> they would not let me break away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I escaped they followed me.<br>I knew they would that’s why I ran. <br>evading them successfully.<br>But I became a hunted man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew in time they would find me<br>That’s why I wrote my last report<br>My memoirs are my life story<br> non fiction of a different sort.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although they’ll try they won’t suppress <br>the facts and figures I reveal.<br>The hidden truths which I express <br>are part and parcel of the deal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To gain the most publicity<br> upon the international scene<br>Published simultaneously.<br>The Memoirs of a Dead Has Been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will hit the headlines every where.<br>The printers sworn to secrecy<br> The books are stockpiled here and there..<br>My masters should have trusted me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A quiet life was all I asked <br>I did not seek publicity<br> But now they’ll find their selves unmasked. <br>Because they tried to silence me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">29-Dec-08</div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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I will not give in easily.
Though I can guess the reason why
Someone’s been hired to silence me

I am no longer in the game
I have retired quietly
I thought nobody knew my name.
I was mistaken obviously.

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