Under the Boot of the Madman (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The struggle for freedom cloaked in his repression the protesters taken away abducted in the night The people fearful hearing ...
The struggle for freedom cloaked in his repression the protesters taken away abducted in the night The people fearful hearing ...
Happy to consider the profound difference the freedoms we cherish to pray for their struggle to shake off the yoke ...
Fear for the innocents wanting to be free under the boot of the tyrant not at liberty What must they ...
Weeping for these people our neighbors in the streets crying for the people dying for their freedoms standing before tyrants ...
God calling us to be better to love our neighbor our enemies when they hurt us calling on his strength ...
The scripture calling us to be salt to remember the earth from whence our bodies come To be a light ...
Never with the oppressors with the despots, the tyrants in the falsehood of temporary security while subjugating their people We ...
I heard the footsteps of change hope in these steps throwing off the yoke of oppression feeling freedom instead The ...
Okay, for those who don't speak German, the title of the poem is "A Boat in a Bottle" and that's ...
I saw you before You were "presentable" White chest hair, almost clear Open mouth, broken tooth Eyes at half-mast Like ...
Nocturnal marauders in my yard Villains of the woods, with masks to boot Out in my land looking for food ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather ...
Although I put away his life -- An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear, This might ...
Ah, Moon -- and Star! You are very far -- But were no one Farther than you -- Do you ...
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot, And yet if you compare the Lasts, Hers ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
It was a fat-tyred 4WD utility hard back, the sort of ute you'd expect a contractor to drive, except it ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes ...
The cruelty of P. L. Brown- (He had ten toes as good as mine) Was known to every one in ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Boot, saddle, to horse and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, ...
O DEATH, had'st thou but spar'd his life, Whom we this day lament, We freely wad exchanged the wife, And ...
Chorus.-Carle, an the King come, Carle, an the King come, Thou shalt dance and I will sing, Carle, an the ...
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