Born into exile, I walk among the pillars Where our heroes fell. My head is bowed, yet Unbroken am I. I watch, Listen, learn secrets
In an undergrad Class many years ago, a Classmate, orthodox Jewish, nineteen, told Us about verbal abuse He’d endured by a Random passerby That morning,
For years have I borneThis sword, to surrender itWould permit the years To accumulate,Would then I die. But now wouldI lay it down at Your
He always wanted Something worth dying for. But He was alive, in Spite of himself. He Wondered if the French Foreign Legion would take him.
I considered it the utmost privilege to spend patients’ last moments on Earth with them. Now that I am in Radiology, I don’t have these
Was your mummy’s tomb Despoiled? Was your sacred Burial plot robbed? We can all agree That mistakes were made. That’s why Pencils, erasers … You