"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a Clod be washed away by the Sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a Promontory were, as well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee." - John Donne
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Scary how such men can get ahold of so much power. Brief, to the point...well-written.
Demented men with power. Now that's dangerous! Well done.
Polished and powerful. Well done! I will definitely be back to read more :)
This is very good, I especially liked "When a man, or more, a nation
Lives within itself" dangerous indeed.
You hit it on the head!
a trophy
Very powerful poem.
Says so much in a few lines.
Very nice!!
A very refined and powerful poem. Leaves you pensive as truth and love had both by-passed these kind of men.
straight and to the point! good one!
Leo
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That's the truth! Simple in its beauty, but as Nanka said, it makes one pensive. Well done.
Being of German origin, surely a challenge, yet great set in scene by your writing. Please have a good new week.
daily athens
Despots grow in a strange isolation.
Very beautiful and powerful.. like the men shown here..
The depth in this short piece is marvelous. You've said it well and so succinctly!
Back to read it again!
moth or mammoth
Great subject, concise and powerful. Really nice.
I like the rhyme scheme too.
Taut and insightful. the rhetorical question: how do we let truth and love pass us by?
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