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An Ode to E. E. Cummings

oh naught is a child taught. patriot. hating it. standing for the silver bells. scream upon the idiot box until the blind deaf dumb - unfounded in your belief. whosoever holds the sword is sworn to the hoard and sits above board as you swing for your lord. deafening is the caw of crows a grave upon to plant rose in rows of swaying circles as the world comes back around and you sit silently and cough as they turn off the camera. finally alone
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MikeStefan
37 / M / Minneapolis
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Written by
MikeStefan
37 / M / Minneapolis
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Mar 10, 2021
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I have loved the work of E. E. Cummings and used to read 'next to of course god america i' when I was in the military, to look at the just and unjust nature of each mission. I think he firmly encompasses the duality of fighting for something you believe in and having the fortitude to evaluate if what you believe in is right. And that does not just apply to war but all forms of conflict you engage in. Think about each keystroke you make. Cheers to you, Mr. Cummings!

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