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HONOUR OR PEACE OF MIND
HONOUR OR PEACE OF MIND
Don't ask me to take my rights by force.
He may stab me with a tear he drops.
Then l can't forget that tear for years.
It destroys my life and what l write.
Let me lose that round and go back home.
I will find what consoles me in books.
Then my pen and sheet will take me up
to inhabit where the angels dwell.
What's the use of gain; it brings me hell.
Soft defeat, l relish what you yield,
little bruises that can heal in days
are much milder than torture for years.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Don't ask me to take my rights by force.
He may stab me with a tear he drops.
Then l can't forget that tear for years.
It destroys my life and what l write.
Let me lose that round and go back home.
I will find what consoles me in books.
Then my pen and sheet will take me up
to inhabit where the angels dwell.
What's the use of gain; it brings me hell.
Soft defeat, l relish what you yield,
little bruises that can heal in days
are much milder than torture for years.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________________________________
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