#sidney keynes

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War Poet

I am the man who looked for peace and found My own eyes barbed. I am the man who groped for words and found An arrow in my hand. I am the builder whose firm walls surround A slipping land. When I grow sick or mad Mock me not nor chain me; When I reach for the wind Cast me not down Though my face is a burnt book And a wasted town.

— Sidney Keynes