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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...

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 :)