Shots Fired in the Square (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The people scattering chaos in the peace innocents dying in their sleep shots fired in the square the thugs in ...
The people scattering chaos in the peace innocents dying in their sleep shots fired in the square the thugs in ...
In the time of protest the turning of this page the age of despots ending a new day begun They ...
The seeds of protest rising around the world breaking from of repression the dictators and the strongmen The seeds of ...
Planting seeds of freedom in that ancient land the winds of protest changing changing the face of man The seeds ...
With the urgency of revolution shattering the tyrants the rulers of this earth subjugating the masses Our voices should rise ...
So far away the land of the Nile yet we can offer hope help in our prayers for this nation ...
May the aspirations the hopes of the peoples may we be witnessing holy protest May the people remain united non-violent ...
Our path not as vague as we protest our calling straight-forward to live Christ all our days to follow the ...
If only we could follow the admonition in the letter is we could remember Christ's sacrifice that we would not ...
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional ...
To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the ...
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
How in all wonder Columbus got over, That is a marvel to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Chorus.-O WHISTLE, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, Tho' father ...
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