Luyện nghe bài hát Purina Hall of Fame

Sleeping masters roused to burning homes beds.
Steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are the ephemeral rewards paid to the slaves whose selfless acts a higher value to their masters, while parting gifts (bolt pistols) console the rest.
The remainder.
Too bad the tributes paid to lives that relegate thrones to lives spent valuing the runners-up, are known to be neither fleeting nor desirable.
But nothing me these days.
I just sit and watch the box-cars by and wait.
Patient.
Unattended.
A package under a bench.
A short fuse to scatter steady hands if I forget to remember that better lives have lived in the margins, locked in the prisons and lost on the gallows than have ever been enshrined in palaces.