Topic: Remorse

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They ask me where I’ve been, And what I’ve done and seen. But what can I reply Who know it wasn’t I, But someone, just like me, Who went across the sea And with my head and hands Slew men in foreign lands … Though I must bear the blame Because he bore my...

By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
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09 November

After the Martyrdom

They threw a stone, you threw a stone, I threw a stone that day. Although their sharpness bruised his flesh He had no word to say. But for the moan he did not make To-day I make my moan; And for the stone I threw at him My heart must bear a...

By Scharmel Iris
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29 October