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Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love? Quote by Fulton J. Sheen
Nature has no underdogs, myths may be false, Those with no love seem to be caught in a waltz. To adjust our hurdles, we meticulously rehearse, We reject being wounded in this erratic universe. Our faith appears to have lasted since antiquity, Being pulled by the wind, unfettered by eternity. We are bound by the rules of nature's— sway, Not ready to face even the least severe decay. Hands were utterly washed in widows' tears, Too often, resonating gunfire rippled in my ears. Fear has numbed souls as an effect of swift hope, I'm aware we may prevail over all this via scope.  Plainly, the soldiers' wounds are spewing blood, And ooze as mud in a leader's spring-tide flood! The white in the house is turning a rich crimson, And it appears that our freedom can't be won. As they said, we have a slim chance of winning, We'll never prevail over hate in the mind's sting. We're in a quagmire over the filth we've been told, Yet further soldiers rise into a cloud—cold. Broken spirits drenched in bloody destiny, Frustrated by the final result for evil zestily. Chronic delusions of woebegone escape, Vociferating boisterously below Liberty scrape A cloudless sky is charred by a radiant, bright light, And charcoal floats up, stroking my dangling feet. Below lies a blazon of bleak, dark, stinging plight, The dead, however, have no awareness of defeat. Many wounds whisper in our view as we get near. As the earth weeps alone, seek renewal with tear. Finding our kin who were sold on the dark web, Untruth now flows, and people's faith does ebb.
1St Place Contest Winner Written: May 22, 2023 This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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Date: 6/12/2023 1:06:00 AM
Stunning, powerful and beautifully written poem, congratulations
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Date: 6/11/2023 10:03:00 PM
You have drawn a dismal picture of a universe driven by hate and bloodshed ! A war entails a lot of misery. A great poem, so thought provoking ! The quote at the beginning too is so meaningful. Congratulations dear Lasaad on your top place win.
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Date: 6/11/2023 4:20:00 PM
Absolutely stunning and powerful piece, Lasaad:-) Easily a fave! Heartiest congratulations on your top win!
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Date: 6/11/2023 5:03:00 PM
My heartfelt gratitude goes out to you, Edward. Your contests have been a source of great value to me, and I am deeply honored by my placement and your insightful feedback and fave.
Date: 5/22/2023 1:36:00 PM
What a harrowing experience it must be to fight in a war. For every wound that whispers there are thousands more that died, and thousands who are scarred mentally. It's not the time to lack faith. Your rhymes are spot on, Lasaad.
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