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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0276 Savagery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When did you first meet savagery? <br>Not merely, the wounded heart, <br>the Christmas present that they never bought<br>although they knew you wanted that<br>and nothing, nothing else..<br>not merely when you knew<br>that for the first time, they’d lied to you..<br>not merely when the world first let you down, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but that savagery that tears at the heart, <br>when you realise for the first time<br>that to others – or at best, some others –<br>you’re just nothing, nothing…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I guess the question is too painful for some; those<br>born into it; who wake to it within the house; <br>go to bed with it; are woken by it in the middle of the night; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">some meet it at first school, <br>are schooled in it; <br>the first thing stolen from you<br>by those you thought your friends; <br>suddenly the world’s not flat, and just<br>keep away from the edge and you’ll be safe, but<br>spherical, with a horizon all around<br>beyond which the dragon’s smoky breath<br>lurks, waiting to devour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only three generations or so since<br>our forefathers met savagery, were savage, fought for land, <br>musket in one hand, spade in the other; <br>only four generations since<br>their fathers were forced off some other land they thought their own; <br>only two generations since the working class<br>lived their whole life with savage poverty not far away; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when savagery’s in short supply, there’s always war; <br>but that’s forewarned; there are no counsellors of battle<br>for then it’s just too late. We’re all to meet it; learn from it; but who<br>will dare to put it on the home, the school, agenda? <br>‘There are those to whom you’re not even<br>a victim or an enemy; you’re just – nothing..’ <br>Pope called it<br>the inhumanity of man to man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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Not merely, the wounded heart, 
the Christmas present that they never bought
although they knew you wanted that
and nothing, nothing else..
not merely when you knew
that for the first time, they’d lied to you....."></div>
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