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Sarah Stainbank Poem
Maybe in another lifetime
There will be no classifications or
generalizations, nor discriminations.
Stereotypical consultations of
people with no limitations of racial
inclinations.
Shall external images forever
dominate?
With eliminating of faces who do
not pass on rankings.
God-forsaken souls trapped in
bodies with boundaries.
Bodies trapped in bordered
countries.
Why all these restrictions and secret
encriptions leading our lives as
fiction?
Will money forever define our
positions?
Situations now rely on taxation and
all other government operations.
Water, housing and education are
more complications.
Should politicians and officials be
making such conditions?
When will crime come to a stop?
As society live with their own
possessions fearsomely and
indelinquents carry on fiercely.
Fraudulent activities continue and
surprisingly the "supposed-to-be-
behind-bars" live freely.
How do the innocent live as
prisoners and criminals feel a full
force of Uhuru?
Perhaps in another lifetime will
there be no indications of such
implications.
Money, appearance and crime will
be nothing more than a waste of
time.
But not in this life, maybe in
another life time!
Copyright © Sarah Stainbank | Year Posted 2013
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Sarah Stainbank Poem
When my thoughts are at its
deepest
And all cease so that i may be in
emptiness
I am forever filled yet because there
is someone in my heart
Someone who offers a wicked love
So wicked, i wonder what, when or
why
With whispers and whimpers, this
love is wicked but humble
It leaves me hungrily happy but
hostile in harmony.
Confusion is contrasting in my
minds confidement with my heart
At last,trust in agreement
At peace
And lastly my minds sends sweet
symphonies of singing so subtle that
this can only be called one thing :
Lonely love
Copyright © Sarah Stainbank | Year Posted 2013
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