Its loved by dictators
Presidents and kings
Prime ministers and generals
That word that kills.
But by far and away
Its loved most of all
By the undertakers
Who stand at the door.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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That hearse turned up at the bus stop yet? lol.
overdue lol
Lol. Look, a bus? a mirage?!
its the no 4, it goes opposite to the number no 7 lol
This poem is chilling even its form resembling a cross as a grave marker leaves one to shudder. Patriotism has been the rallying call for millennia but seems antiquated now days with a global internet, economy and relations. Isolationists an artifact of an out dated time. Patriotism a means of control.
spot on my friend, thanks and appreciation
You are most welcome Norman
Got that right. Hear Hear. I'm tired of this argument, have delt with it before. Will contribute no more unless a clown leaps to patriotism's defence...
thanks for read my friend, always very much appreciated
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So true my friend, thanks and appreciation for read
I struggle
thanks for the read, always much appreciated
So true Norman.
Nice write.
- Syd 🍄
thanks and appreciation my friend
Norman, this hits with brutal clarity. Political power manufactures the fervor, ordinary families absorb the loss, and commerce waits at the other end…all beneath the disguise of noble devotion. Brilliantly delivered, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanking you and much appreciated my friend
nicely written
thanks and appreciation
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