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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521238" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Soldiers Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trembled hand<br>the twitching face.<br>A desperate draw on cigarette<br>looking for courage in a cordite breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Huddled in mud protected by <br>slime filled walls, <br>these walls of Jericho shake<br>crumbling into my fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My tomb beckons another inspection.<br>Buried alive under corrupted soil, <br>a land lords greeting from the <br>putrid remains of the tenants before.<br>Did Mother give birth to me for this? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The screams of the howitzer, <br>Marching in footsteps, stamping it's wrath, <br>for fear of the dead rising.<br>And we who are alive, that dare to look<br>will see the face of death that hides within it's light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A face I would gladly see, <br>if bargain I could contemplate<br>in exchange for silence, <br>and the solitude of darkness.<br>Where fear cannot go, <br>where the cold become's a welcome blanket<br>for I wish this suffering to end</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To hear the guns, all seeking me<br>to shred my guts with shrapnel scythe<br>and amputations rip.<br>To die with blood soaked ears<br>punctured into silence for man's aggression.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This man placed here by another's ambition<br>to pay the price for no man's land, <br>The only thing that is really free, <br>for dead men will not stop you <br>from taking a soldier's walk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another draw on my cigarette, <br>and a prayer from my anonymous conscience, <br>trembles upon humanities lips.<br>&quot;Gives us this day our daily bread<br>Though I do not forgive them<br>For thine is the Kingdom<br>And men will destroy thy glory<br>Forever and ever<br>Amen.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Steven+Cooke">Steven Cooke</a><div class=q>
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the twitching face.
A desperate draw on cigarette
looking for courage in a cordite breath.

Huddled in mud protected by 
slime filled walls, 
these walls of Jericho shake
crumbling into my fear.

My tomb beckons another inspectio..."></div>
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