Lyric for the Bard

By Paul Tobia

My book for the poor, starving, naked, heathen, mental relegated to the cruel scarlet letter, insane, blind, maimed, and the widow. A work rejected by the corrupt media for sixty years, for it is written by the divine hand of inspiration: a pure mind. My work is to help humanity maintain its dream.
Every dream is an adventure of pure fear. My book in you, readers—in your hands—is your dream.

Obscure as silence!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669814481

Paul Tobia

Meet the author. Born in the poverty as a Hell’s Kitchen mourning mist upon concrete. My dream from the womb: a missionary to the suffering, the poor in Africa, my education the wisdom of the street as well as the scholars’ lessons under the practical elite. In Hells’ Kitchen, I learned the rich language of the dockworkers, IRA rebels, the simple Jewish Italian pushcart worker, my Mariposa the Habanera dance a thousand castanets the dance of silence. The Russian Sondheimian in the Blot Lisping’s unreasonable beauty, the pure mind of the German Jews consecutive Nobel Prize winners, all people twenty-first century man buried in the one cesspool the mal de siècle. Relative truth: truth is it knows no qualification. Those despairing my book, the product of seventy-eight years of discipline. Pure intellect—a medicine not found in a drugstore.

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Rev. date: 04/11/2022

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CONTENTS

Dedications

Home Of The Brave

Asians

Polecki

To My Eternal

The Marseilles

Where Are My Rebels?

Irish Song Freedom

Fight

Rebellion

Let Freedom Ring

Love Of Ireland

Free At Last

The Irish Voice Silenced

Black Not Just Simply Beautiful

Tyrich Ramadon, Prime Minister Of Pakistan

On Mt. Tais Jail

Black And Tan

How Many

Our Young

Morning Dream

Join

Young

Death

Rubber

Black And Tan

Connally

The Lone Pirate Speaks

Wonders

Jess

Expressions

To Myself

Washington

A Friend

No Family

Verse Of The Rover

Abby

A Jewish Brother

Fellow Rebel

Waiting

A Lyric

We Love

My Doll

Country Style

Eirin

John

Samantha

Fascination

A Children’s Tale Like Gulliver’s, A Satire On The Immoral Majority

Honorable Commissioner Shea

Join

For the children, Mothers, Fathers hauled in cold blood to await English death camps, The prisons long kesh camp, Megilligan prison camp on board the maiden prison ship.

Your deeds shame the devils. The crimson blood of babies yet you could not resist the essence of Britannia: Hate of Ireland, Buried Murphy of Wexford Town. The rifals of the I.R.A, the black and tan run to their strength. English Breakfast Tea: PISS! You can run but you cannot hide.

My darling Irish lasses what can I a secret marine seal office to comfort. I offer this eulogy, the silence of a 21-gun salute. A 21-gun lullaby. A 21 silence of tears, my prayers.

My prayer

"O Jesus, parents watched in the mid-night hour. Their innocent children shocked out of their innocent sleep mid-arms of mother with a countenance once made angles blush, such innocence. How dare hands molest