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Friday, November 25, 2005
A mutiny is about to start. a group of angry, suppressed and fed up youth/adult is about to let the world hear their voice. using one of my favourite poem to describe how i feel for their action. ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, – The shrill, demented6 choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds. i guess their cause is honorable. and i feel for them. but, given my training and background in political science. their battle is lost even before it is lost since they are following the footstep of all those tat came before them, but failed just the same. pity.
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