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Head Down

Starving children
In 3rd world
Countries. Hospitalized patents
Waiting patiently while you
Have your head down
In the sand.

A temper like an
Inferno. Words like a 
Snake's bite, Damage like
A cliff dive. But you
Have your head down,
Down in the sand

Love of the wrong
Kind. Addiction to a force that no one 
Understands. but you
Persist to have your
Head in the sand

Corruption comes with
Power; or power
With the ladder. Country's
Have all done wrong, so why just blame one?

But you don't mind that because your heads in the sand.
With the seriousness
Of an illness,
Curse of addiction, grip of hunger or
The sting of venom. Man will always
Lift their head from the sand.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Neels Avatar
June 3, 2010 at 9:01 AM
Interesting read.. And a unique way to look at ignorance..
Brown Avatar
May 18, 2010 at 7:16 AM
It was a pleasure to read your poetry this morning Reese. I hope you have a wonderful day filled with inspiration. Love,Carol
Mehta Avatar
May 18, 2010 at 6:39 AM
Good lines...corruption comes with power; or power with the ladder
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