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Assassin Nation (Sonnet) by Blue Magpie
Good men are rare and we must mourn their death
for we grow poorer as each one is lost,
and wisely spend of both our thought and breath,
to pray the Lord to help us bear the cost;
and make our hearts as brave and wise as theirs
so that we will not lie, nor cheat, nor steal,
but show the world there?s still someone who cares,
despite the pain and sorrow that we feel.
Those who grow rich in darkness hate the light,
for light knows well the foolishness of fears
and strenghtens us to carry on the fight,
though we at times see poorly through our tears.
Although Zoran Djindjic is dead and gone,
the light he lit for Serbia shines on.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.090909
Weighted score: 5.0454545
Overall Rank: 6964
Posted: March 12, 2003 9:09 PM PST; Last modified: March 12, 2003 9:09 PM PST
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the universe couldn't care less
whether we oppress or progress or transgress
but with every breath
it is only to death
it demands that we all acquiesce
What a sad opinion.
wond'ring "should I barbecue, bake it, or broil it?
whichever I do,
with this newly shat poo,
I mustn't forget to tinfoil it!"
And incredibly freeing. It is mind-boggling the sense of lightness one feels when one slips free of the delusion the universe is or ought to be fair and good and sentient. Get a sense of proportion: we are a microsopic fleck on a grain of sand suspended in the pacific ocean. As if the universe does (or possibly could) give a fuck about any of us!
christ's death wasn't good enough for that one, eh?