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With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.

Bertolt Brecht

First feed the face, then talk right and wrong.
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Faces Firsts Talk
The fanatics for progress often have too little appreciation of the existing.
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Appreciation Littles Progress
Poverty makes you wise but it’s a curse.
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Curse Poverty Wise
Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.
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Fall Heaven Snow
It was never decreed that a god mustn’t pay hotel bills.
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Bills Hotel Pay
On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London.
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Brother Cities Thinking
No one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.
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Demand Literature Long
When the leaders speak of peace The common folk know That war is coming When the leaders curse war
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Common Folk Lying War
The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher’s knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs…. Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.
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Knives Order Sweat
The war which is coming Is not the first one. There were Other wars before it. When the last one came to an end There were conquerors and conquered. Among the conquered the common people Starved. Among the conquerors The common people starved too.
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Lasts People War
Terrible is the temptation to be good.
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Be Good Temptation Terrible
Even hatred of vileness Distorts a mans features.
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Features Hatred
Then I will tell you something. I do not believe in it. Forty years among men has consistently taught me that they are not amenable to commonsense.
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Belief Men Running
Little changes are the enemies of great changes.
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Change Enemy Littles
Boy Meets Girl, So What?
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Boys Broken Girl Heart
The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.
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Fall Hurt Rain

With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.

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