Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action;
Into that heaven of freedom, Father, let my country awake.
A Poison Tree by William Blake
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138 children killed in Peshawar, Pakistan. 1 man held hostage 17 people in Sydney, Australia. One look at the newspapers and you will come to realise that the world is seething with hate. With humans killing each other in the name of faith, humanity has gone for a toss.
How can someone kill one’s own kind. What causes so much hate? What makes it so powerful? Read more
A Smile To Remember By Charles Bukowski
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Lets call it Poetry Mondays from now ownwards!
The poem is really a short story about an ordinary family with tragic problems. The child of the mother and the father, who are mentioned in the poem, is the narrator. The likely scenario is that the child in the poem represents Charles Bukowski’s childhood.