Word of the Day, - November 17, 2014"Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep His commandments: for this is the whole duty of man." ~ Ecclesiastes 12:13
Word of the Day, - November 16, 2014"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith The Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end." ~ Jeremiah 29:11
Word of the Day, - November 20, 2014"Delight thyself also in The Lord, and Be shall give thee the desires of thy heart." ~ Psalms 37:4
Word of the Day, - November 21, 2014"But Thou, O Lord, art a Shield for me; my glory, and the Lifter of mine head." ~ Psalms 3:3
36896415 Pt.3I came into this world creepinglike some weird, ignorant thingbut I'm certain there's a predispositionfor love and virtue while also aware thatthe justifications for those are aloof inan ether.I see the stacks of books,am taught the thoughts, the lives,and the calculations.There are discussions whisperedand assertions beaten over indifferent ears.When the day comes there is toil and alwaysI know it won't end until my back is screamingand my lungs burn. I hear Mom crying sometimes."We're in trouble," I think when I imagine what churnsaround in the dark outside my home.I drank whatever 4 dollars would buy and satand listened. Somebody wouldn't stop speakingabout organizing. His mouth might as well havebeen closed.I thought of "oraganizing"and imagined a horseDragging a plough across the field of some wide plain,Stepping into a burrow and having its leg bonesnapped in two,and then a man walking up to it,taking a pistol out of his pocket,and then shooting it in t
36896415 Pt. 2Sound of laughs, the smell of corn,It is dawn, in sweet Dearborn,Fi-yeld in ranks, S to Z's,See Dearborn's stock of poor draftees.Service cards, clenched in their hands,called to fight in foreign lands,Men who knew, 'til yesterday,"I'm a con, and not 1-A."Bill Campbell, Boss's nephew,Teddy Stubs, MacPherson, too:Flying shrapnel, Malaria,Sucking wounds, and MIA.Service cards, clenched in their hands,Called to fight, in foreign lands,The men swore, "Can't see the day,When I'd be drafted, 1-A."Deckhand, Cook, Artillery,Marine Corps, and Infantry.Poor old Sons of Abraham,Finished off by Uncle Sam.Service cards, clenched in their hands,called to fight in foreign lands,Men who knew, 'til yesterday,"I'm a con, and not 1-A."At the front, a young man waits,One of Death's fresh candidates."Beat the wrap now, if you can!Welcome to war, Rifleman."With service card, in your hand,You're en-route, to Gerry-Land.Out of jail, for just a day,But long enough, you're 1-A.