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I Read the News Today...

I read the news today... and every word that it displayed, seem to tumble seem to fall blended together made head and my sway. Oh boy... Some many men had marched one day; they march for equality and ask to not to be slaved. Even though they had shown no chains, they ask to get rid of the cuffs that others gave: On how they looked They wouldn't get jobs On how they talked Their thoughts must be wrong Every opportunity, became less and less Their freedom given long ago, started to regress I read the news today... and it had so many words that bled if you said. they seemed to swirl inside my head. Oh boy... A child died; the cause was rape, her tiny body....she couldn't take. Her mother cried and yelled out: DAMN MY HUSBAND! What a bastardy fowl How could she not have stop this from happening? In her very own house Her eyes must be wax A child of just five had to die form such acts I read the news today oh boy.... How is the day of the lives of everyone else?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/15/2009 12:04:00 PM
Jessica, great writing. Inspired by another Beatles song? Krista
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Date: 8/13/2009 6:27:00 AM
wonderful, and sad
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Date: 8/12/2009 10:29:00 PM
A write from the heart, huh? Maybe from guilt, too? "How is the day of the lives of everyone else?" My troubles are nothing compared to those suffering. I know this, yet I get mad I didn't get my ketchup with my Big Mac. There is a lot going on out there and we are so spoiled in America. "Every opportunity, became less and less. / Their freedom given long ago, started to regress." a perfect depiction.
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Date: 8/12/2009 10:29:00 PM
I liked the way you made my head sway. Are you entering this into Sami Al-khalili's "A Piece of Bread, Please" contest?
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Date: 8/12/2009 4:34:00 PM
Different. Keep writing. Sara
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