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I post short stories, poems and prose here~ Most are related to my passions: Animal Protection and OWS Revolution Please feel free to Tweet me at https://twitter.com/#!/backstreetpoet or email me (there is an email link at the bottom of every page~ My Facebook page is http://www.facebook.com/sculptnpaint ...backstreetpoet |
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"THE LEGIONS OF SPRING" SURE WINTER is having an effect on the OWS movement~That's what Winter does~BUT even in the harshest Winter we will grow. More occupys are starting and evicted one's are regrouping. OUR brave brothers and sisters of the revolution are brushing off the snow, picking up their signs and marching for us~for our children~and their children. Their generators are taken~their tents destroyed~but their will and courage only grows stronger~Young and old of every color, of every race are saying NO! this is our park~this is our street and we are not going anywhere. I SEE them marching from small towns, cities~The young hand-in-hand with the seniors in numbers too big to count....RECLAIMING and building together, a world where there in no place for greed! SEE with me~HEAR with me the sound of drums and song~Yes brothers and sisters it is them...it is US..Just over that hill, just around that corner...Do you see? Can you hear? The unstoppable~The joy~ "THE LEGIONS OF SPRING" bsp |
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“When I Was About 12” As I turned the corner to the narrow street and my house, I saw a car parked in the middle. A work-light held above. Loud laughter rolled in waves from this eerie beacon. It was a crowd of neighborhood men. They circled the car, beer cans in hand. The swagger and laughter bellowed in the autumn night. A band of pirates, brave and bold, they stepped aside with pride, to let this boy see the bounty they had won. Under a hanging light in the cold night was a deer alone. Strapped and bound with ropes to the fender of the car. Not bigger than some of the neighborhood dogs. His dead eyes looked at me and I looked back. Blood dripped slowly from his mouth to the pavement. I looked at this beautiful animal, and then to the crowd around. Pirates and men no more, but sad little boys, in big bodies. I walked away in silence and shame. “While hunters boast and brag and mount their killings to a wall, the man who kneels to care for a small animal, is the strongest and bravest after all.” by bsp |
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