<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=470958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wrought Iron</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a quiet sunday morning<br>the prayers are echoing from a nearby Chapel.<br>A village Blacksmith rests for a while<br>leaving his big hammer aside.<br>His daughter has gone to sunday school<br>with the farmer's twin sons.<br>Wife makes bread rolls and a porridge<br>and busy in the kitchen.<br>He heard a rare whisper in the workshop.<br>An iron strip shrieks, <br>'let me live happily<br>until I get rusty and die, <br>Boss, why do you try to hammer<br>and give me a shape with a temper? <br>sharpen me and make a sword<br>you want me to be head the mankind.<br>leave me alone, <br>and if you are not an adamant<br>please make me a sickle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>*Dedication to the Weapon Manufacturerers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nimal+Dunuhinga">Nimal Dunuhinga</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=470958" data-title="Wrought Iron de Nimal Dunuhinga" data-description="On a quiet sunday morning the prayers are echoing from a nearby Chapel. A village Blacksmith rests for a while leaving his big hammer aside. His daughter has gone to sunday school with the farmer's twin sons. Wife makes bread rolls and a porridge ..."></div> </div> </div>

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