CLEANTHES THY SOUL OF THY ENEMIES
To argue - yet perchance would be!
To hear the voices of my enemies
And see their faces
Face to face on the battle ground
Would you dare be there?
Face to face on the battle ground?
No - tis not so, tis not to be!
Only the faded suppositions and half-truths do remain
Voices of the unknowing
Voices of friends?
Copyright © Angela Lisle | Year Posted 2008
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