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No Hiding

There's no hiding behind the royal shilling,
the chain of command, the mindless drill:
it's the hand on the gun that does the killing,
no matter who issues the call to kill.

Weather Report

I know the icy gale that blows
its kiss inside my warmest clothes
beneath a howling moon.
But this wind whistles my tune.

Thomas Land

If you have any comments on these poems, Thomas Land  would be pleased to hear from you.

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