Tag Archives: Sticks and Stones

Echo Back

Echo Backby Michael DoyleMy words echo back into tomorrowA half-life that’s full of sorrowI’m often sorry for what I sayThe demons inside won’t have it any other wayIf these were the last words I saidI wouldn’t want them rolling in … Continue reading

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As If Nothing Else Matters

As If Nothing Else Mattersby Michael DoyleHow do you protect Russian speakersBy bombing them into oblivion?Mix up that experiment in your beakerYou say you’re doing this as a guardian?Returning to the homeland of the RusWhile treating the natives as if … Continue reading

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