Anthem For Doomed Youth
Posted 10-17-2011 at 06:32 PM by Chrome Zombie
By: Wilfred Owen
What passing Bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns,
Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty Orisons.
No mockeries for them from prayer's or bells;
Save the choirs.
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells.
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, and each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
What passing Bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns,
Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty Orisons.
No mockeries for them from prayer's or bells;
Save the choirs.
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells.
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, and each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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When I was
A young boy...Posted 10-21-2011 at 12:42 AM by CTU_Davis 
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...CTU asked his mother, "What will I be?"
"Will I be handsome, will i be rich?"
Here's what she said to me.
Que sera, sera - whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera....
wurd...Posted 10-21-2011 at 11:03 AM by Texx
