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Peace On Earth

Driving through this neighborhood Of boarded houses, nothing good A scary feeling wraps me tight I shouldn't be here late at night My brother called, I had to go Beyond my help, 'I know, I know.' Yet still I need to recognize It could be me behind those eyes Of lost forgotten souls that thrive In poverty with hopeless lives The future is a memory Of things they used to think they'd be Their thoughts were not so grandiose A roof, a job, a life, at most And now they go down every morn To drink a jug of methadone Each day begins and ends the same They burned their bridges, their family's name The loss we feel as we sit smug Has deepened like the hole they dug The life preservers that we threw Were used as tools...'We knew, we knew.' To drag them down to deeper depths We watch them drown as they repent Their children cry, their parents hurt Their only peace comes in the dirt. Peace on earth, peace on earth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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Date: 6/7/2009 10:28:00 AM
WOW! Very powerful and it seems to capture the desolution of the subject so well. Not having experienced addiction in the urban setting, I can only draw on the effect it had on our family with a meglomaniac, alcoholic step-father in small-town West Texas. Your meter is very good and made for a fluid read. I enjoyed it very much... <><
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Date: 4/20/2009 12:57:00 AM
I agree, I sat down and devoured your work. I read through your poems and was amazed, you are a great poetess and I look forward to reading more of your lovely work...thanks Raul
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Date: 10/2/2008 3:25:00 PM
Karen, I have read, I have seen and I have felt your work tonight, you have inspired me and cannot thank you enough. The comments you made on my words gave me hope and I am in your debt, your work is both honest and direct, but most of all it contains all the colours of the world no matter how daunting, thanks again, a poem to you I will dedicate. Blessed be. Love, Bellantony
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