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An Afghanistan Wedding

The swift and silent missiles swept, The quiet well kept neighborhood. They ran like hell, those that could, While the reposed laid in their best dress. With evil-doers upon the earth, Vigilant must be the pursuit. To cut the sickened by the root, And banish vile impure thought. With white-collar crime for collateral, It matters not the costs. As pockets line, the death toll climbs, While the positioned take sabbatical. And I cannot hide my bastardness, For when we kiss my lips fall dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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Date: 6/26/2010 2:35:00 PM
I like the essence of this sonnet and the message embedded in the words. The imagery is very real regarding the sweeping missile. Hopefully, the kiss is one of life instead. Congratulations on being featured. Great job! Joseph
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Date: 6/23/2010 11:14:00 AM
This is a wonderful piece! Accept my colorful congrats on having this poem featured this week. You are such a nice poet! Please, keep your poetry pens dancing on your poetry pad. I wish you all the best with your writing. Love ~Adeleke~
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Date: 6/21/2010 9:08:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Dean. May you have many more features. Love, Carol
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