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Latrica Young Poem
We are trained to be good. trained to be evil, trained to love and trained to be deceitful.
All races, religions, ride the same train, traveling on tracks with ghosts in the claims.
Always changing directions and souls along the way.
A clickety clack a bomb attack, clickety clack gunfire in wrath.
Innocence in vein, goodness still on the train, Evil sitting next to our babes.
Are we riding today? Are we dying today? Depends where you live and how you were raised.
Nation against nation, people against people, beliefs that are all insane, remember we are riding in chains.
"Humans" the problem, man has no shame. Their guilt and pleasure are one in the same.
Light at the end of the tunnel? Flames of the human devil?
America, Paris, all countries are to blame.
Reign in terror, "death" has no shame.
The souls of a train are pre-destined to the light or flame.
Love is all it takes.
"LaTrica"
Copyright © Latrica Young | Year Posted 2015
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Latrica Young Poem
Torture, torture, A writer bleeds,
All these words I cannot conceive,
What in the world has come over me.
Pen and pad will try to deceive.
Words are our pleasure, words are our deeds.
Words are to describe everything indeed.
Deep in thought as the words flow,
Nothing can stop it, not even a phone.
Writer's cramp in the hand and the knees.
My mind will never be at ease.
All through the day, all through the night,
Words have meaning and thoughts are alive.
Passion, hunger, engrave my soul.
These words are unspoken, friend or foe.
Writing it down is all I see,
It's the only way for me to be free.
Writer's are creative with a tortured soul.
You never know what personality will form.
Whether on paper or on the screen,
Someone was tortured by writing a theme.
All the scenes you see or read,
The writer was tortured to please and be pleased.
Copyright © Latrica Young | Year Posted 2015
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