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His Dream
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His Dream |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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Vision of the perfect land, Where all men shared the same clan, Children would be treated right, No discrimination would they cite, Planning was the potent element, Without it all this is irrelevant, Falsity lied within itself, The revelation was crumbled, And beneath it he cleave, Under one ruler all would live, His name was Hitler, And this was his dream. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
That was his dream alright...and to accomplish it he tortured other human beings and mudered innocent men, women and children.....and may his diabolical dream rot in the ground with him forever! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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