Conscientious Objector Comments

dis like death my u can like pown me but u aint powning anybody elsE with my help liek i mean i may be useless to do agaienst u but liike i aint helping u even If it helpin me right

Swiss Army Questionnaire for C.O.'s.

I will die, yes. But I will not serve Death by killing in war, by betraying anyone who is hiding from killers. My death is inevitable, but human killing of one another is a different story. I object and refuse to participate.

Not a big fan of this poem for some unknown reason.

I AHTE THIS PEOM I HAVE TO DO AN ESAY ON THIS FOR 25% OF MY GCSE WTF THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN WRIGHT ABOUT THIS SO I THINK I AM JUST GOING TO SPAM IT LIKE THIS OTHER GUY DID BEFOR

I wouldn't think Death needs Millay's help anyway. Well said, though.

History of the Night Throughout the course of th generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear of wolves. We shall never know who forged the word for the interval of shadow dividing the two twilights; we shall never know in what age it came to mean the starry hours. Others created the myth. They made her the mother of the unruffled Fates that spin our destiny, thev sacrificed black ewes to her, and the cock who crows his own death. The Chaldeans assigned to her twelve houses; to Zeno, infinite words. She took shape from Latin hexameters and the terror of Pascal. Luis de Leon saw in her the homeland of his stricken soul. Now we feel her to be inexhuastible like an ancient wine and no one can gaze on her without vertigo and time has charged her with eternity. And to think that she wouldn't exist except for those fragile instruments, the eyes.

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THIS POEM BLOEWS THE BIG ONE I GOTTA DO A PROJECT FOR SCHOOL FO IT I HATE IT! ! !

True courage and loyalty......an oath to lfe and justice.....beautifully said

This is a great poem, and sums up beautifully man's spirit in the face of his mortality!