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Suicide Bomber

Some people sadly make so light a talk of dying As they work so hard to seek a means of living But to some reality is the art is of dying for something No great intellectual struggle looking through dark glass The pleasure of real living now dimmed and out of view Far easier then going on setting a low value on life itself

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/22/2010 9:43:00 PM
You are a good writer. Your poem is filled with meaning. In the 2nd line, 2nd stanza, are you referring to the line '...for now I see through a glass darkly', from the Bible, which also speaks of our blindness? If so, you have taken this line and turned it very well to fit your poem. Very good.
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Date: 12/21/2010 1:31:00 PM
"The immature man wishes to die nobly, while the mature man wishes to live humbly" best of wishes to you, Nigel. Very thought provoking write.
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