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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required History records the triumphs of the deserving heroes,not of tyrants, on those eternal pages to remind Humankind of their sacrifice that were immensely cherished and safely sealed in its graceful memory; let mine be regarded as such, because my purpose is to expose greed and misery, and all I ask of the dissident is to consider my plea: to neither retaliate or harbor any bitterness for being so harsh, while I am ready to achieve another milestone marking this fateful day as my new dawn... The fall of Socialism made way for Democracy, the Berlin's was taken down away by hands seeking freedom, where evil once had cultivated the idea of a supreme race; and while some empires fall, others rise even greater than the previous ones! I have seen one fall in my turbulent life-time, an empire built by the Czars, and who thought I'd have been so lucky to witness this from a free country: in which to worship God is not prohibited by any means; and I express myself knowing no measure in sending massages across an universe which believes more in materialism, and hates the idea of being spiritual and liberal, but chooses conservatism... Anyone can achieve another milestone and have his or her name engraved in stone, marble and bronze statues of the famous are put on a pedestal: I read their plaques and admire them all; will mine stand on a similar altitude, or unfairly deny me the crown of laurels, confining me to solitude? If so, no storm would lap against me, and no sun would scorch me, and the lamp-posts with the evasive moon wouldn't gaze down in sympathy; but my uncertain joy can't prevent this event from occurring tomorrow, and whatever the historians decide, many will read my obituary... Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
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