<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Secret Police</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are listening in the wires, <br>in the walls, under the eaves <br>in the wings of house martins, <br>in the ears of old women, <br>in the mouths of children. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are listening to this now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So let's hear it for the secret police, <br>a much misunderstood minority. <br>After all, they have their rights, <br>their own particular ways of seeing things, <br>saying things, cooking things, <br>they too have a culture uniquely their own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp ;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And we think</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they should have their own state <br>where they could speak their own <br>incomprehensible tongues, write <br>their confessions, their own unknown histories, <br>cultivate their habits of watching <br>by watching each other, and fly <br>their own flags there, at attention <br>on parade in their medals at their monuments <br>on their secret anniversaries, making speeches, <br>singing praises to the God of Paranoia. <br>And at the end of the day <br>bury their dead, publish coded obituaries <br>to each other, and rest at last <br>in their own kind of peace, forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ken+Smith">Ken Smith</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=429662" data-title="The Secret Police de Ken Smith" data-description="They are listening in the wires, in the walls, under the eaves in the wings of house martins, in the ears of old women, in the mouths of children. They are listening to this now. So let's hear it for the secret police, a much misunderstoo..."></div> </div> </div>

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