A million lives, a zillion deaths
Lost childhood, stolen innocence
Violent life, abrupt ends
Wasted wealth, raped beauty
Pristine white snow, bloody red streaks
Homeland refugees, hinterland enemies
You hear the silent voices of the dead
Your breath is the last gasp of the buried
When the ground beneath vanishes
What will anyone actually control?
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been away from blogging due to some irritating and erratic work life... feels better once you are back though..!
Tag: 55 word poem
Thursday, October 20, 2005
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