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Published: 2002-03-25 16:48:22 +0000 UTC; Views: 137; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 35
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A dead winddrops the vale
over decent eyes.
A warm sin
strangely pale
rises in the cries.
A blind stare
at Their misfortune,
it bears you no concern.
The cold air
shadows a doom
that fails to discern.
You cant pay,
you cant plead,
you cant change its belief.
On this day
we all bleed,
today we all grieve.
Comments: 1
khoury [2002-03-29 21:31:36 +0000 UTC]
"Is it no wonder our children hate us when they find we've done nothing to make the world better?"
-Trent Castaneveras-Simple Things
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Good Poem Sean.
-Khoury
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