A Poem for Kerry and Jane Fonda

Here is a poem for Kerry and Jane Fonda which is appropriate
for both of them and their actions during and after the War
in Vietnam.
Mr. C.V. Compton Shaw; U.S. Army;4th Inf. Div;2/8th Inf.;RVN
1969-1970
LIBRARY OF THE FUTURE (R) 4th Edition Ver. 5.0
King Richard III Shakespeare,
William
Scr 4: 222
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Murderers,
Keeper
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SCENE:
England

ACT
I.

SCENE
1.
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London. A
street
Enter RICHARD, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER,
solus
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GLOUCESTER. Now is the winter of our
discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of
York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our
house
In the deep bosom of the ocean
buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious
wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for
monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry
meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful
measures.
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled
front,
And now, instead of mounting barbed
steeds
To fright the souls of fearful
adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's
chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a
lute.
But I-that am not shap'd for sportive
tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous
looking-glass-
I-that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's
majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling
nymph-
I-that am curtail'd of this fair
proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling
nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my
time
Into this breathing world scarce half made
up,
And that so lamely and
unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by
them-
Why, I, in this weak piping time of
peace,
Have no delight to pass away the
time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the
sun
And descant on mine own
deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a
lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken
days,
I am determined to prove a
villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these
days.
Plots have I laid, inductions
dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and
dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the
King
In deadly hate the one against the
other;
And if King Edward be as true and
just
As I am subtle, false, and
treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd
up-
About a prophecy which says that
G
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall
be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul. Here Clarence
comes.
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