Great Men

"History is not always written by the writers of the great times. It is written by those who have hanged the heroes".
How they survived when their king lay massacred on the bloody ground? how they know of the sword that pierced his heart? where where they? how did they hear his last mumble? how did they live to see him fall first? and yet we sing along with their lament, and yet we dance in their folklore. What world they lived, i do not know, though i know they lived, yes they lived great beyond contestation, beyond our contemporary imagination.

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Anonymous said…
Hey this is great.. you really got me thinking..
6:20 pm
Anonymous said…
This one is really thoughtfull..
and really makes sense as well. you really write good stuff
6:21 pm
Anonymous said…
You are so write dude.. i always thought how the hell did all those writers knew so well of the scene.. lovely !!!
6:23 pm
Anonymous said…
beautifull!!! love you imagination..
6:24 pm
Anonymous said…
Good going dude... hey where are you from???
6:24 pm
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