Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote a poem drama called The Murder of Lidice about collective punishment as practiced by the Nazis.
The poem is an emotional outpouring and also propaganda aimed at bestirring the US to fight against Hitler. Millay is said to have stated the work should remian of its time and be forgotten, but when I read it as a youngster I was fiercely moved by it.
The massacre and destruction of Lidice and its inhabitants occurred June 10, 1942 — a mere 68 years ago.
We become what we hate…
What We Hate Lyrics
Artist: Screeching Weasel (Buy Screeching Weasel CDs)
Album: My Brain Hurts
The way things go
I don’t think so
The changes that alter us
are a product of our own volition
and we become what we hate
It’s not hard to figure out
that you’re scared when
you act so much better
You’re holding onto
something we can’t have
but hands still circle
you’re still getting old
and we become what we hate
Do you believe in the lies
that shape your world
Do you believe in your
own fictitious immortality
The world won’t end while
you walk the earth
and when you realize that
your life don’t matter
You’ll turn to something to help
you forget that you’re
only young once, old foreve
Schumer is an ambulatory sewer.
Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote a poem drama called The Murder of Lidice about collective punishment as practiced by the Nazis.
The poem is an emotional outpouring and also propaganda aimed at bestirring the US to fight against Hitler. Millay is said to have stated the work should remian of its time and be forgotten, but when I read it as a youngster I was fiercely moved by it.
The massacre and destruction of Lidice and its inhabitants occurred June 10, 1942 — a mere 68 years ago.
We become what we hate…
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