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KILL ‘EM ALL

H. W. Bryce

Kill ’em all, kill ’em all,

The cancers, dementias, and all,

Kill all the germs and diseases that wrack,

Kill all bacteria, give microbes a smack.

Let’s kill all paralyses, sex’al disease,
Obesity, flu, and diabetes,
Choke everything that makes you to wheeze,
Let’s kill ’em all and make life a breeze.

These diseases must go, they do us no good,
They kill everything in your neighbourhood;

They’ll ravage your soul and pick at your skin,
They’ll savage your brain and leave you so thin.

So come all you doctors, and scientists, too,
Bring your medical tricks and researchers’ kung fu.
Let’s kill all the germs and diseases that wrack,
Let us now launch a killing attack,

So kill ’em all, kill ’em all,
Let’s all do a victory dance,
Those diseases are dead and that is a fact
They’ve all gone to hell and they’ll never come back.

So hallelujah and say your farewell,
Good riddance to bad rubbish, all’s well,
Welcome all patients, we’re glad you are back,
Fear not those germs, now they cannot attack.

So…

Kill ’em all, kill ’em all,

The cancers, dementias, and all,

Kill all the germs and diseases that wrack,

Kill all bacteria, give microbes a smack.

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I AM CALLED TO DUTY

H. W. Bryce

My country is in danger, I must go to her

In this, her desperate hour of need.

The call to duty is a call that I must heed,

For I have sworn an oath of faith with her.

Yes, I must heed this call to duty,

For it’s the honest thing to do;

I must swear to my allegiance now anew,

For service is a thing of beauty.

I must go to her at once and serve,

And put my needs and wants on hold,

And learn to give my actions bold

To show respect I know that she’ll deserve.

I now must learn to give to others,

To give up all my childish things,

And strive to earn my duty’s wings,

To treat all beings as my brothers.

It’s come my time to serve, for I am called to duty,

And I must go, for lives may well depend on me.

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Aug 9, 2021

An Angel Whispered

H. W. Bryce

I knelt beside her grave, alone and lost,

Not knowing how to grieve,

Still not able to believe,

For life had dealt us two its double-cross.

I scanned the tombstone garden, heard the sound

As others seemed to cope,

But still I found no hope,

For wrapped in chains of grief I still was bound.

I went into the chapel there and knelt.

I tried to pray, I wept

for all the love I kept,

But still no solace there I felt.

But just as I gave up on life so dear,

I heard a voice, all faint and new,

Yet clear, and then I knew,

For I heard an angel whisper in my ear.

“Do not despair,” it seemed to say, “your path is clear,

For though your love’s no longer here,

Her spirit will forever linger near.

She says her thanks for keeping up your vow so dear.”

That angel’s voice did soothe my nerves somehow,

And now I have the strength

To be what I can be in breadth and length,

And I will be so much the stronger now.

Yes I heard an angel whisper in my ear,

I’ve nothing now to fear;

I walk in peace. I shed no tear.

For I heard an angel whisper in my ear.

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Aug. 2, 2021 – I posted (reposted)

Do Not Sing – 3                                                                  BLOGGED Sept 3, 2018

H. W. Bryce

Do not sing this siren’s evil song

Her words do cut like laser sword

Resist, resist, for pity’s sake

She will seduce you ’ere too long

If you should dally in her sward

Do not sing this devil’s evil song

You do not have to go along

Defy, defy her tempting chord

Resist, resist, for future’s sake

You do so know the right from wrong

You do so know how eagles soared

Do not sing this siren’s tempting song

You can learn to sing a better song

Do not adopt her as your lord

Resist, resist, for honour’s sake

Gird your loin and practise to be strong

Or she will sing upon your wake

Do not sing this siren’s devil song

Resist, resist, for pity’s sake

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