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Rhythm Of Time by Hubzay Rhythm Of Time by Hubzay
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The Rhythm Of Time

By Bobby Sands

There's an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.

It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil's strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.

It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.

It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.

It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'
Along with Appian Way.

It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e'er a living thing.

It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.

It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent's head,
And crushed it 'neath its heel.

It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.

It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.

It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.

It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants' eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing 'cross the skies.

It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend,
That thought that says 'I'm right! '


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Poem's source : [link]

PS : I took the picture in Bruges, Belgium
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:iconninjajima:
great pic, loving the gothic architecture
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:iconchimeres-mirinar:
Sometimes, I like better your poetry works than your political works. This one is especially magnificent.
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:iconsushumna:
Beautiful!! Thank you. Inspiring.
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:iconolobocanta:
i love the very old mixed with the very new... and the scratchings on the stone as well.

lovely capture :)
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:iconcandescent:
very nice silhouettes. old and new contrast imposes a subtle contradiction to the pictures otherwise quiet state.
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:iconpatryk512:
Wow... great job :thumbsup:
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:iconwoodenrazor:
it's beautiful.
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:iconmrlalle:
MrLalle Oct 23, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
This is not just beautiful- it's art man!

Great shot :clap: and great poetry :clap:
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:iconhubzay:
Aww, thanks!
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:iconvonmcknelly:
vonmcknelly Oct 22, 2007   Photographer
Great colors! Love the old and new aspect.
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