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[title] => things to come
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[bodytext] => Things To Come
There is a chill in the air, war is flapping its wings casting long shadows across the world and helpless we watch as the mighty square up ready to plunge us into the clamour of the killing field. Poets and philosophers write about peace they words go unheard for when blood is boiling reason is another word for treason. When the war is over and millions have been slaughtered a new dawn will come haunting the battlefield …and a renewal of the old promise will sing amongst smoking ruins “ NO MORE WAR.“ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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