THE ROLL CALL OF THE BRAVE AND THE HONORABLE
Watching the roll call of the brave and honorable....
Remembering those of whom I would have never known....
Their sweet faces fading from the winds of life…
Never forgotten, their blood flowed for justice and freedom.
And the remnant of what is left lives on
in the faces of those
who still fight for it.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| I FOUND IN HIM | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| CHAPTERS BEING WRITTEN | 0 | 06/16/2009 |
| FEAR THAT PROHIBIT | 1 | 06/06/2009 |
| Living with Loss | 2 | 06/06/2009 |
| THIS MAN OF MINE | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| LOVE | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| WHEN I LOOK AT YOU | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| TODAY IS WHAT MATTERS MOST | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| THE ROLL CALL OF THE BRAVE AND THE HONORABLE | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| SEASONS COME AND GO | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| ONCE | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
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