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I was walking through Bushnell Park in Hartford, CT in the late sixties... the era of the hippie... when I wrote this. I had just returned to civilian life after a 20 year career in the USAF and my feelings regarding  flower-children at that time were less than kind.

Mind games and playing tricks are childish when you're supposed to be a man (or woman) fully grown.  There is bound to come a time when discovery is inevitable.  There's an all-seeing eye watching you.

I live in a small town...

You may have to read it aloud twice to understand where I was coming from with this.

Excuse the language.  Don't want to offend anyone just wanted to send a message.

This poem has kept me awake for the last 2 nights so I figure I had better get it off my chest so I could sleep.  

LOVE AND TRUST
Is there any two words that hold more worth?

THOU SHALL NOT KILL!
AN EYE FOR AN EYE!
WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE?

If you are a nationalist from ANY country of origin you probably don't like what I have to say.  But, that's the whole point, isn't it!