do not deceive yourself, o my friends,
for they are on the march again,
so certain now that might is right
faded blooms of sixty-seven
must needs flower again, once more
inside machine guns muzzles grow
no matter how silly the dream
seemed then and may yet still be,
forgotten, darkness will descend
falling on you, me, all of us
darkness falls alongside hatred,
dividing always, you from me
eyes blind with night, we shall not see
ears deaf with screams, we shall not hear
silent with fear, we shall not speak
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Author: connellykevin
Writer, poet and photographer.
Lover of all musical genres, from acoustic to zydeco.
Born in Ireland of Scottish descent and proud of both.
"I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so"
WB YEATS
Many of the themes here presented and to be presented have taken me a lifetime rather than six weeks. Some have taken mere moments to arrive. All are offered freely and it is my hope that you, dear reader, will gain something by browsing here and that I in turn will gain something by presenting these works to you.
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