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I. In South Africa
Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of the slain. A bumping ride across gullies and ruts, Now a grumble and now a jest, A bit of profanity jolted out, --Whist! Into a hornet's nest! Curse on the scout! Long-bearded Boers rising out of the rocks, Rocks that already are crimson-splashed, Ping-ping of bullets, stabbings and cuts, As if hell hurtled and hissed, --Then, muffling the shocks, A sting in the breast, A mist, A woman's face down the darkness flashed, Rest. All as before, save for still forms spread Under the boulders dripping red. Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of the slain. II. In the Philippines Silvery rice-fields whisper wide How for home and freedom their owners died. We've set the torch to their bamboo town, And out they come in a scampering rush, Little brown men with spears. Shoot! Down they go in a crush, Sickening smears, Hideous writhing huddles and heaps Under the palms and the mango-trees. More, still more! Shoot 'em down Like brown jack-rabbits that scoot With comical leaps Out of the brush. No loot? No prisoners, then. As for these -- Hush! The flag that dreamed of delivering Shudders and droops like a broken wing. Silvery rice-felds whisper wide How for home and freedom their owners died. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |