They greet me with cries of hate. Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of seeing myself without fruit.
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Palmer also incorporates elements from different wars in this poem. War events like this are horrific and definitely help shape the poem as one concerned with the institution of war.
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The fight for what is right. Mother always said never give up a good fight,. Even as a child as i listed all my fears,. She would tell me to be brave and use all of my might. And as the years have gone by i have used these wise words as the bright light,. To the tunnel of life, which i have been seeing though blurry eyed filled with tears,. Because i have done as mom had always said, and have never given up a good fight. And as i said those words it all became clear,.