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A World

If I had a hammer,

oh, what a world I would build.

One free of foolhardy machinations

and sculpted of ideals in their purest form.

A roof that sheltered all

with a door that was always open,

the hinges creaking from non-use.

Windows that would never break

from stones or insults,

that would weather all storms —

both man-made and of God.

(to be cont.)
If I Had a Hammer

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Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.
This is one of my favorite poems. I learned it in middle school – the first poem I actively remember having to memorize and recite aloud. I never realized the importance of this poem for so many people until I got to college. It has a whole new meaning – or perhaps interpretation – for different sets of people.
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