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Idiots

Idiot was the one who stumbled
Idiot was the one who crawled
Idiot was the one who hunted
Idiot was the one who stole
Idiot father,idiot mother idiot daughter idiot son
Idiots gathered around fire hoping for the morning sun
Idiot were we among the trees dancing naked with the breeze
But all regrets alas and wail
Idiots learnt how to sail
Idiots saw, idiots learned
Idiots knew
And wanted too.
And we bred
And we raped
And we breed
And we bleed
There's blood upon the floor
In the cold of night
Ashamed is fire, freezes even the hope of sun
Just the blood and gore of a murdered son
Among the trees
A kill or two
Out of the blue
The idiots knew
Alas, it's true.

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Timothy Hicks Date: 3/20/2013 9:33:00 PM Dang this is so dark. There's such a strong sense of pent up anger in this... yet at the same side a certain carelessness about it. From the perspective of a psychopath perhaps? Quite interesting to say the least... now I enter in your poetry page, but with caution... lol... Login to Reply Ebrahim Sharifat Date: 3/29/2013 6:21:00 AM it's more from the perspective of some one who has seen bloodshed and war and knows too much (maybe he's too old) about the nature of the criminals clothed in nice robes of culture. thanks so much for reading :)