To be told of such hills
To be held in such spots
To behold such warmth
Call to arms these harmonies!
And in happy agony we sing
How green, how green was my valley?
How green, how green was my valley?
Oh, your deeps and your shades
Where the wild roses pray
Such heat from pride
Glorious, the voice of man!
Like the nightingales, we sing
How green, how green was my valley?
How green, how green was my valley?
Clear softness in our hymn
Soft, like coming rain
Soft, like Bronwen
Victoria! Victoria!
Voices our queen might envy
How green, how green was my valley?
How green, how green was my valley?
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You would think i was editing a novel! Actually, for the most part of it i had been getting my house painted. Only afterwards did i start on editing.
The editing is now done, and i have sent the story to your hot mail account. Hope you will enjoy it! :)
I'll go look for it! Thanks!
Very clean edit... reads very smooth. I like the way that you concluded this version... Tacitus would have been proud.
"A shocking crime was committed on the unscrupulous initiative of few individuals, with the blessing of more, and amid the passive acquiescence of all." - Cornelius Tacitus, "The Murder of Galba"
"Fear is not in the habit of speaking truth; when perfect sincerity is expected, perfect freedom must be allowed; nor has anyone who is apt to be angry when he hears the truth any cause to wonder that he does not hear it." - Cornelius Tacitus
Thanks, fj! I was wondering if the ending was ironical "enough" (like it was supposed to be)? Or if it came across as preachy to you?
Also, if i should have added a bit about Atiya Begum in the end?
Ironical enough as in does it bring out the horror of the whole thing without being preachy about it?
No, it's not preachy. Those who are aware of the issue will "get it" and those who aren't will be left with your parabasis that draws no 'definitive' conclusions.
Thank you, fj! Hope everything is all right at your end...
I now realize i don't like political satires. They have little value for me, or anyone.
I wouldn't say that. There would be no change if no one spoke out. And satire is a forum for the literate, those able to effect change, a reminder that there are certain social tasks that remain undone and display 'symptoms' that need addressing. You may not have the cure, but there is benefit in revealing the 'symptoms'.
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