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The Indifferent Ones Post by :crafty Category :Poems Author :Frank Oliver Call Date :October 2011 Read :2648

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The Indifferent Ones

Unmoved they sit by the stream of life
And its blood-red tide to the sea goes down,
While the hosts are borne through the surging strife
To a hero's death and a martyr's crown.

They pay no toll of their gold or blood;
For them 'tis a pageant and naught beside;
So they calmly dream by the reeking flood,
While the sun goes down in the crimson tide.

(The end)
Frank Oliver Call's poem: Indifferent Ones

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