<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429709" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hangman's Great Hands</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all that is this day. . . <br>The boy with cap slung over what had been a face. .. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somehow the cop will sleep tonight, will make love to his<br>wife... <br>Anger won't help. I was born angry. Angry that my father was<br>being burnt alive in the mills; Angry that none of us knew<br>anything but filth, and poverty. Angry because I was that very<br>one somebody was supposed To be fighting for <br>Turn him over; take a good look at his face...<br>Somebody is going to see that face for a long time. <br>I wash his hands that in the brightness they will shine. <br>We have a parent called the earth. <br>To be these buds and trees; this tameless bird Within the<br>ground; this season's act upon the fields of Man. <br>To be equal to the littlest thing alive, <br>While all the swarming stars move silent through The merest<br>flower<br>. .. but the fog of guns. <br>The face with all the draining future left blank. . . Those smug<br>saints, whether of church or Stalin, Can get off the back of<br>my people, and stay off. Somebody is supposed to be fighting<br>for somebody. . . And Lenin is terribly silent, terribly silent<br>and dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Patchen">Kenneth Patchen</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=429709" data-title="The Hangman's Great Hands de Kenneth Patchen" data-description="And all that is this day. . . The boy with cap slung over what had been a face. .. Somehow the cop will sleep tonight, will make love to his wife... Anger won't help. I was born angry. Angry that my father was being burnt alive in the mills; A..."></div> </div> </div>

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