Anonymous ID: 0a2b62 Sept. 21, 2018, 10:45 p.m. No.3135063   🗄️.is đź”—kun   >>5098 >>5163

>>3135016

Assad ? Turkey is moving 1000's of troopers into syria as we chat. Isreal is at defcon3, possibly 4 in twelve hours. USNavy seabees huuriedly throwing together a base in ukraine. whatever you are talking about is some shit, shit we dont have much time for.

what is going to happen has already been determined, and our best hope to find a way to weather total fucking war. people being dead war, not swapping memes, but real fucking lead.

next time you have a fucked question, think twice…and ask yourself.

Anonymous ID: 0a2b62 Sept. 21, 2018, 11:04 p.m. No.3135204   🗄️.is đź”—kun

Sympathy

BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;

When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,

And the river flows like a stream of glass;

When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,

And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—

I know what the caged bird feels!

 

I know why the caged bird beats his wing

Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;

For he must fly back to his perch and cling

When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;

And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars

And they pulse again with a keener sting—

I know why he beats his wing!

 

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,

When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—

When he beats his bars and he would be free;

It is not a carol of joy or glee,

But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,

But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—

I know why the caged bird sings!

 

Paul Laurence. Dunbar, "“Sympathy.”" from The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar. (New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, )

Source: Twentieth-Century American Poetry (2004)