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Are we foolish

I don't get it, don't quite understand, how we the intelligent the brotherhood of man, stare with dead longing through dark hooded eyes, at this earth that gave birth to the magic of life. But us we stare at our planet in thought, as how best to bleed, how to slit the throat, how to burn, how to boil, rip the soul from the soil, how to turn profit from the slow death and still smile with ease between each vampire breath. even when proof of the dirth of the deeds, we do to this soul this spirit that bleeds, this magical plane that comforts and feeds, and only require we respect and see right, but with our selfish greed we rush to endless night. No i don't get it i really don't understand, we preach to each other, how we love out land, and if we all cut with a smaller knife, all work together we can prolong the life, then clap our own backs for works we have done, while casually stroking the but of the gun.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 5/2/2013 1:02:00 PM
Working together gets people farther whether it is for a company, country, or at home..Great work...Thanks for the visit..Sara
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Date: 5/1/2013 12:48:00 PM
Hi Kevin..thanks for stopping by my poems. This one is really deep and profound.. I think your character is revealed here. Exceptional write.
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Date: 4/30/2013 4:32:00 PM
Enjoyed reading your creative work this evening..Sara
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