<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Assassination?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Assassination? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The country lane I walked on twisted and turned I didn’t <br>know what next to see after a new bend, I like it so a straight <br>road, one I see till it disappears into blue yonder, is scary <br>fear I will not reach its end. People came walking up behind <br>me, I stood aside and took my cap off; it was the lady, I had <br>seen jogging on this road, strolling along with a tall, dark man, <br>in his shadow she looked timid and insignificant, with a smile <br>glued firmly on her red lips, this gave a hint of deep sadness, <br>that of one who had lost the highest office in modern time. <br>A step or so behind them, ambled another man, with a fun sign <br>on his back that read: ” We have suffered now it is our turn to <br>dish it out, kick me if you dare.” I heard the cough of a colt <br>forty-five, and the tall shadow fell to the ground, the fixed <br>smile stood motionless in the baffling glare of the midday sun, <br>the man, with amusing sign, had run into the bushes; smoke <br>spiralled from his hand, a cigar? Sky darkened, thousands of <br>war planes loaded with smart, cluster, bunker busting, stupid <br>and sweet, looking bombs for any surviving children of <br>the catastrophe that was about to befall their country.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</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=473492" data-title="Assassination? de Oskar Hansen" data-description="Assassination? The country lane I walked on twisted and turned I didn’t know what next to see after a new bend, I like it so a straight road, one I see till it disappears into blue yonder, is scary fear I will not reach its end. People cam..."></div> </div> </div>

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