LIFEINSLUM

Look to this day: For it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course Lie all the verities and realities of your existence. The bliss of growth,

1 9 5 9 I Behind voice of guns Broken barricade of 1 9 5 9 Paved road for revolution Island locked in stock Against stomach seal with hunger Aristocracy eats on imperialist table Plantation of existence While life tear self bloodily Under with pain toil to death Earls before ‘5 9 And wardens of continent Barricade with philosophy Resources street leap for Like crawling ape for Stolen scrambles locked Holders before ‘5 9 Gangs of ward remnant Barricaded with stock guns But ‘5 9 tremble for fighters Heaven ice hearing voices Revolution in hose of guns Guns in farmers’ fingers Breaking wall of 1 9 5 9 Through arrow’s voice at front Fired at aristocracy before ‘5 9 Landlords, gangs, government And philosophy feeding fattest Earl’s fat getting fatter Than Island encamp for wardens Shipping better life banking While street rolled back suffering Drink saliva to kill thirst Life nail to cloud of death II Lesson must awaken consciousness Ov...

'I am thinking to death In the casket of unforgiveness And can't be soften Be lenient to words When seen life edited Hang like roasted fish'

In the mess of my country Life welds itself to somnambulism

I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers. The front line withers, But they are troops who fade, not flowers For poets’ tearful fooling: Men, gaps for filling: Losses, who might have fought Longer; but no one bothers. II And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling, And Chance’s strange arithmetic...

The young men of the world Are condemned to death. They have been called up to die For the crime of their fathers. The young men of the world, The growing, the ripening fruit, Have been torn from their branches, While the memory of the blossom Is sweet in women's hearts; They have been cast for a cruel purpose Into the mashing-press and furnace. The young men of the world Look into each other's eyes, And read there the same words: Not yet! Not yet! But soon perhaps, and perhaps certain. The young men of the world No longer possess the road: The road possesses them. They no longer inherit the earth: The earth inherits them. They are no longer the masters of fire: Fire is their master; They serve him, he destroys them. They no longer rule the waters: The genius of the seas Has invented a new monster, And they fly from its teeth. They no longer breathe freely: The genius of the air Has contrived a new terror That rends them into pieces. The youn...

Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes. Their war was fought these twenty years ago And now assumes the nature-look of time, As when the morning traveller turn and views His wild night-stumbling carved into a hill. What, then, was war? No mere discord of flags But an infection of the common sky That sagged ominously upon the earth Even when the season was the airiest May. Down pressed the sky, and we, oppressed, thrust out Boastful tongue, clenched fist and valiant yard. Natural infirmiries were out of mode, For Death was young again: patron alone Of healthy dying, premature fate-spasm. Fear made fine bed-fellows. Sick with delight At life's discovered transitoriness, Out youth became all-flesh and waived the mind. Never was such antiqueness of romance, Such ta...

They said Darkness is us Darkness! Darkness!

I am 56 of age And my name is Teach me to spell Name I don’t know How to hold pen And which letter to write first The name of me People pronounce for me People of malodorous ideas

About four months ago, this captured was taken on the very day of this celebration. It was captured to unveil the fact that not all celebrations will make you smile and sympathize with. Some will make you pity the horrible odd and pit kind celebration people were placed of low-income background has to go through in order to be in the page of celebrating May 27. Nobody in his/her right senses will want to patronize celebrating in a very odd condition especially when May 27 was keyed to many children. Why it is inevitable for a lot of people not to avoid this even when the pocket is dry. The pressure of marking this celebration for children can’t be neglected.