Unwaged Poems - Poems about Unwaged

...“Glory! Great honour shall be mine! Wenestl shall be last of his dastard line! Sword unsheathed and bow taut-strung, We rest not while a Norvajael stays unhung!” Over glen and trail the quaver ......

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...Crossroads. Waiting at the crossroads, waiting for the daemon in his car, Strive for perfection, that time when I'm playing guitar, One day I'll be playing Delta Blues in a bar. Many ......

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...Ours is a nation of “No Change!” Before, we said it in the foreign language of masters across the seas and oceans “No change!” we hollered. But fortunate for us indeed that we have the only man wit......

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...Don't talk to me of glittering mirages of modernization that soon will disappear to nothingness, nor of shimmering images of unity that shatter to sectarianism. Don't tell me of floating silken thre......

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