Poetry by Dallandra
"Thoughts"
Silent strength, always forsaken
Loudly crying, never;
Dry eyes ceaselessly mistaken
Tears held back forever.
Face in shadows, never known
Emotions stifled deep;
Shattered voice lets out a moan
But all ears stay their keep.
Fighting strength will hold no vigil
For sorrows swept aside;
To hapless thoughts the heart means little
Love and sadness oppressed to hide.
Perhaps the strength was pretense only
While the frightened thinker weeps;
Within her strength the night grows lonely
As Aphrodite drifts into sleep.
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he stands alone
his knee-high boots shined
his uniform creased to perfection
he stands tall
and proud
and smart
his charcoal hair greased
his helmet arrow straight
his face drawn in concentration
the men adore him
the women fear him
the soldier-prince stands alone
he leads his people
with strength and courage
his will cannot be bent
he stomps his boots
and kills his troops
but the soldier-prince still stands strong
his word commands millions
and he always keeps his country's safety
close to his chest
even if that means lying
or cheating
or demeaning
but the interest of the country
is at his chest
the soldier-prince stands alone
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